Pussy In The Morning
As the sunrise, I wipe the sleep from my eyes
Mesmerized by the sight of him.
There he was such a gorgeous specimen,
Straddled over me, ready to devour this pussy
Like it was his morning coffee.
Aggressively, he snatched my legs open and pulled my panties down,
Without making a sound.
He was in a zone
Ready to bone,
Ready to pound this pussy out.
Fuck the romance,
He didn't even give me a chance,
His hands were plotting in advance,
He had my body in a trance.
Morning pussy is more effective than coffee,
He wanted to taste me,
Drink from my overnight marinated pussy.
He slid his humid tongue all up inside of me before he fucked me,
What better way to start the day, than this way,
My pussy was his coffee.
I grabbed the back of his head and fed his hunger pangs,
Grinding and winding all in his mouth driving him insane.
Holding on to his neck by the base,
I tightly wrapped my legs around his face,
Hanging on for dear life,
With all my might,
Getting a replay from last night.
Of him hitting this pussy from the back.
Feeling like I’m about to implode,
My body was ready to explode.
Juices erupting through my inner soul like a volcano,
But my legs wouldn’t let him go.
Pussy squirting at a fast pace,
All over the place,
Soaking his face.
Just when I thought it was over,
He flipped my body over,
And forcefully slid his dick deep inside from behind.
It caught me off guard,
He fucked me hard,
With no regard.
I was weak,
My lips tried to form erotic words,
But I could not speak,
He put my body back to sleep.
My pussy was his coffee,
With a splash of cream,
Was this a wet dream?
Suddenly, my alarm clock went off,
It was just a dream.
I don’t even have a man.