I dont know why but somehow stockings do it for me,
Usually black hold ups with the top lacy,
A black short skirt compliments them too,
When riding up the uncovered flesh showing through,
Straddled across me with passion I am wild,
I am the proverbial sweetie shop child,
Running my hands up and down her thighs,
Riding me hard I am taken to ever greater highs,
My lips trace her lips to ear to neck to bosom,
Fingers unleashing them from their prison,
Lips and tongue moving to the newly exposed flesh,
That was teasing me from behind a black mesh,
Gently running kisses back up again to her lips,
My hands and fingers slip down to her hips,
She responds by taking me deeper to her core,
I really dont think we can take any more ,
A final lusty look and passionate kiss,
We pull each other tight and ride into the abyss.
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