You and me
Away from the prying eyes
In the confines of the washroom
Preying on each other
Without preliminaries
I free your burgeoning turgidity
And wrap it in my moist crevice
You get lost
Somehere in me
Cradling me on your hips
Against the moist glass
Your tongue trace the shell of my ear
You are torturing me, I complain
You smile
And roll your hips
Drilling into me, further
With my head thrashing against the glass pane
My nails digging into your flesh
I plead, lemme come
You will come, only when I command, you roar
Every thrust of yours
Plunged deeper
Sometimes with agonizing urgency
Sometimes in a foxtrot manner
I quivered for orgasmic bliss
Waiting for you, to climax
But you prolonged
Chanting my name
Your hunger
And then you pushed me on the floor
Squatting over me
You released your power
Laying your seeds on my navel.
©LR
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