ridingwild:
she had quietly planned this evening
he was working late
and she was dressed to seduce
she intended to shatter every moral tenet
she could persuade him to try
in the perfectly kept aisles of the legal library
banging away against those startled stacks
of leather-bound fluster-thickened tomes
ridingwild:
she longed for those nights
when she became his little fuck pony
his fists in her maned reins
his bucking hips driving that hot spike
over and over into her back sopping wall
and every now and then, he’d drop one side
and spur her on with a hot hand
on her galloping arched flanks
this kind of fucking she could wallow in
ten times a day
ridingwild:
she rendered him senseless
holding his mind spin in rabid hypnosis
as she kissed and slid about his aching cockhead
with her steaming full-flushed labial smile
then lifting off, she hovered yet again
awaiting his ultimate feral plea….
she owned him in this moment
and he happily ceded his will
and his stellar smitten heart
to the wild goddess above
ridingwild:
she wanted so badly to surf and sun
and mediate and breathe in the salt-licked moisture
free of clothing and people and worries and shame
then in the perfect unexpected moment
she wanted to feel his kiss on the back of her neck
as he wrapped around her and invaded every molecule
of her perfect sensual world
hawu235:
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