Sigh of Gratification (Gross Version)

Sigh of Gratification

I notice your welcoming smile

As you stand in the doorway

Of the bathroom filled with

The scent of nightly seduction.

Your eyes are peering into mine

For approval to lift the curtain.

With my unwavering gaze upon you,

I put my hand behind your head,

Pull you close only to kiss you softly

To taste your tongue inside and then

We occupy ourselves for a while

In a passionate smooch together.

It is indeed a delight watching you

Help me unclothe you for showing off

Your graceful voluptuous body.

Just before I strip you down your legs,

I am lost in admiration of your taste

Of wearing a sexy bikini that forms a broad arc

Near those chubby hips below the waistline.

Unable to restrain myself to this exquisite sight

My fingers sneak inside, reach the pussy

And begin stimulating your clitoris.

There is no shame as I enjoy seeing you

Bite your lip hard suggesting your arousal.

Even when you throw away my clothes with a giggle,

My slurping tongue savors the wet ecstasy

Inside of your steamy mouth.

I pull you hard against my chest and feel

The gentle press of those hard nipples

Of your big and round alluring breasts.

With an irresistible fervor reigning over me,

My mouth immediately sucks on them

To relish its craving that was long due.

I quickly move around your back

As my ravenous desire overpowers me

For I have a fetish for curvaceous bodies.

You throw away one side of your blonde hair

For your adorable neck to be planted with

Kisses of love and delicious bites

While my hands keep on caressing your entire frame

Sending tingles of unquenchable thirst of fulfillment,

I hear your whispering moan of losing strength in your legs.

Then I glide my fingers on your abdomen,

Tickle the shiny pearl to take you off guard

Then grab your juicy boobs, give them a few squeezes,

Pinch those nipples and rub them with my palms.

It is then your mouth opens with a groan of sweet pain

And I feel your butt sliding up and down against my groin.

Oh, my! This vivid spectacle encourages my senses

And make my blood gush through the currents of lust.

"Oh, my gosh! I need to be inside you." I growl.

To fill the room with morning mist,

I present you a naughty lingerie

That adds spice to this night,

As the only set of ornaments to wear:

Woven with a fabric made of finest silk

And dipped in the color of blood.

Leaving a kiss on your round ass

To watch it shudder with excitement,

I crouch to adorn your legs.

I turn you around, nibble your thighs,

Dress them with black stockings

And clip them with a garter belt.

As I stand up, you lean backwards

And offer your titties to be swept

And swirled by my slithering tongue.

Then I help you with the red bra

That divulges a sultry cleavage.

This embellishment sets the perfect stage

To warm me up for the grand opening into the night.

You lean to nibble my nipples and make them hard,

Whilst your oily hand fondles my half-awake rod

Then you sit spreading those legs wide

And suck on it with your slobbering mouth,

Erecting it into a long and thick cannon,

Ready to be launched into the tight cave,

Casting an enrapturing spell on my senses.

I bend to kiss you hard on the mouth again

As an admiration for your ravishing body and, 

Seducing me with an undisguised shamelessness.

Then you rise and I turn you around yet again;

Only this time to prepare my entry into you.

With my hands guiding you to lean forward

And holding your breasts for pleasurable support,

I invade your damp cavity with a forceful jerk

And eagerly await your undoubted approval.

When I hear a short and a loud sigh of indulgence,

Your hungry eyes gently turn towards me

And implore not to stop myself for anything,

I clench my teeth and start pounding harder

Exhilarating us beyond the realm of existence.

But never do we get tired as your shrieks grow

Louder and louder, yearning for more and more

I go on and on banging you faster and deeper.

While the splendor of your bouncing tits and wobbling ass

Is making me leave love bites allover you,

You turn your face to kiss me every now and then

Without allowing me to skip a single rhythmic thurst

During the dance of the twerking hips,

Is a magnificent feast for both of us.

Then it is I, until hours on end,

Who surrenders on the verge of orgasm,

And you ache for the culmination:

Crouching on your knees before me

With mouth wide open and the tongue sticking out,

I hold your head up in one hand, my cannon in the other.

I stroke it fast enough to blast your mouth

With my warm and gooey climax.

With the last drop dripping on your bare chest,

I breathe out a deep sigh of gratification.

Then I watch you clean up my weary shaft

By sucking on it like eating ice-cream

As a token of deepest gratitude.

June 2024