The GameThe Game

Brunette

Clear eyes meeting, young hearts beating,Across the room quick glances, fleeting.Then for a moment meet and holdHer blue eyes flash, suddenly bold,And just as quickly glance away.Oh, I know well the game she plays,Female enigma, boldly smiling, She’s suddenly now shy, beguiling.Oh! He sees me, proud and strong, His features rugged, lashes long.Handsome, virile, dark eyes sparklingHe lights the room otherwise darkling.Soon he rises, shoulders broad,Tall, robust, built like a god.He parts the crowd and now approachesMasculine aura, his power encroaches.Beautiful woman, blonde hair gleaming, Well below proud shoulders streaming.Distance closing, she’s breathtaking, Surprised to find my hands are shaking.Her beauty slows me, quite unnervedCourage falters, now reserved.But then a smile, warm, reassuring Lips soft and Ankara Rus Escort full, powerfully alluring.My god, he’s gorgeous, tall and darkSeems Cupid’s arrow’s hit its mark.Hair so dark, full, wavy, curlyHe makes my heart go all a-whirly.Tells me his name, asks me to danceI rise to greet him, take a chance.The game’s afoot now, hunter-prey,But which is which? Ah! Who’s to say?I take her hand and to the floor I lead my newfound paramour.Gamine, lithe, her eyes now playfulGlides into the sounds, so graceful.Music pounds, beat purely sexualWorks its magic, quite effectual.Bumping, grinding, ardor risingOur bodies meet, soon synchronizing.Pupils dilate, hot skin flushesMy body tingles where he touches.His neck ablush, his face aglowAnd then the music Yenimahalle Escort softens, slows.He takes me gently in his armsWhere I can feel his body’s charms.Cock so hard! He pulls back in shameHow to tell him I feel the same?So much about her feeds my fireScent maddening, subtle, spikes desire.Heartbeat pounds and my pulse quickensBlood flows freely, manhood thickens.She rubs against my shaft, keeps movingHer eyes look up at me, approving.I’m aching now, hard as a rock.Her fingers find, explore my cock.He groans, his cock throbs in my handI trace the ridge of swollen glans.Soft sheen of sweat and hardening nipplesIntense arousal through me ripples.He lowers his head, nuzzles my neckA sensual touch, leaves me a wreck,My need now swelling, magnified,Exponentially intensified.The game demands that we keep dancingSexuality sure, but first, romancing.We whisper, smile, touch, conspireLust’s first small flame now a bonfire.We try hard to play by the rules,Soon realize we’re being fools.The rules, you see, are ours to shapeSo recognizing, we escape.Away from club and crowds we fleeJust this amazing man and me.We seek a quiet, private placeTo his home not far off we race.Tension, passion, fingers fumbleSoon onto his bed we tumble.Removes my dress and with strong handsCaresses, touches, makes demands.Her body flawless, firm and smallMyriad delights, I want them all.Lowering my head to perfect breasts,Pert nipples, hard, visually requestI pay them homage, tongue and lips,Luscious, sweet strawberry nipsAll too soon slip from my mouth.Her signals telling me; move south.My god, how does he know so much?Through soft caress or firmer touchHe somehow senses my every needThe slightest signs he seems to heedHis tongue on nipples, swirling, teasingSucking, licking, supremely pleasingHe kisses down to hot, slick slitRavenous mouth seeks out my clit.

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