CE QU'UN FREAK!!
She awoke, feeling relaxingly groggy
Peering into the mirror, oh what a sight was she
Hair tousled, lips bare of their soft sheen
Lingering scent of man-musk & Burberry permeated bed linens
Sweeping back her raven locks, she just smiled
His sexy soothing quiet storm voice echoing inside her head
Hard to fathom the way her body he had treated
Like an out-of-body experience ... felt so ethereal, surreal
Sat up, bed linens curled about her, musing the past eve’s moments
The earlier phone sex conversation a mere prelude
Growled the nastee acts he’d do, nearly took her breath away
From head to toe and every nook & cranny he’d explore
36D’d nipples in eye-poking mode and pussy wett like Niagra Falls
Sheer anticipation of what wickedness the eve would parlay into
Adorned in aqua blue boyshorts with matching baby tee
Dancin’ in mirror to mix of Adina Howard’s “Tease/Nasty Grind”
Caught up in self-pleasure, aroused by the lyrics
Unawares of the latch key turning . . . or was she
Head slightly cocked as he entered, stood there with a salacious grin
Watched whilst she bent slightly over, hands on hips
Stuck finger in her mouth. . . sucked as if it be his dick
Thought he, darest she know what shall be unleashed tonight
Wasted no time once he moved away from the door
No words uttered as he lifted her off the floor
Pinned against the wall, hands intertwined
Curled those lithe leggs round his waist for support
Her petite frame no match for his gentle strength
She bit his bottom lip, Sucked uponst his chin
Her fat mons venus straddling his burgeoning bulge
The friction overwhelming, panties now soaked from grinding
“Fuck m! Fuck m' koulye! ” she whispered, teeth-sucking his earlobe
Ignored the pleas and slipped betwixt dem aching thighs
Only the cool breeze wisping her throbbing clyt revealed his intent
Deftly came off her boyshorts, talk about having skillz
With an act meant more to shock and arouse versus intimidate
Into his mouth went they, licked and sucked before her eyes
Tossed them over his shoulders, tongue swirling as he licked his lips
Astonishment fell over her face. . . “Ce qu'un freak!!”
Ne’er had she been exposed to such blatant wantonness
Suspense wracked her, wondering what next would transpire
One hand upon her stomach kept her pressed against the wall
The other grasped dem meaty thighs, spreading them wide
Stroked them whilst over his left shoulder she slowly draped one legg
Sexual trepidation invoked earlier. . . turned now to arousal
Ample bosom peeked out from her baby tee, nipples straining fabric
Delectable dew drops of pucce creme glistened. . . body’s betrayal
Sexual sacrifice on his oral altar would she soon become
Trailed one finger in a tantric glide alongst her mons venus
Kiss-fucked her rosebud. . . tongue twirling, teasingly torturous
Back arched, hips dipped. . . gave him full access to dat pucce’d gem
Wasted no opportunity, dove deeper. . .nearly touching her g-spot
“Fuck m! pa kanpe!” she cried out in her sultry Creole
As if her petite physique had transformed into one of an Amazon
Python grip constrictions roundst his neck caught him off guard
Tumbled backwards, their arms and legs bracing their fall
On his back now, her hands clenched his smoothly shorn head
Slid back onto his mouth and goatee’d chin, soft hairs a ticklin’
Rode roughshod his face like it was a sybian, holding onto dear life
He peered up, she glanced down. . . her lips pursed, biting them
Wast nary a word uttered as their eyes bespoke all that need be said
Reached behind and open-palm smacked her tight curvy azz
Sting a distraction as he eased one, then two fingers between her cheeks
Enthralled by the brazenness displayed, she couldn’t help herself
“Pi plis, Sèm!” Leaned back, wanted him to push deeper and deeper
Body telegraphed pleasure felt, fucked faster his fingers and mouth
Here wast he turning her out, exposing her inner freak
Surges of carnal electricity coursed throughout, ready to implode
No more could she restrain the ocean of orgasms welling up
Shugawalls Exploding. . . Gushing. . . Squirting. . .
His tongued tsunami swept away that dismal abyss called abstinence
Collapsed unto his chest, immersed all over in their sex-sweat
Stroked his bald head, slipping her fingers in his mouth
Mattered not her honey cunt d’creme oozed all over them
Leaned in and kissed those most talented of lips
Reveled in her heady succulence, No wonder he stayed down “south”
Ever observant, he chuckled slightly at her reaction
Brushing aside the hair from her face, stroked her cheek
“Ki se sanzatann a kounye a?” uttered he
Glowing. . .she coyly smirked, “Gen okenn kòmantè”
. . . Gen okenn kòmantè
