Tickle principles, I think she tastes like cinnamon
she says she wants to taste me
and I'd better oblige, since she's somewhat aggressive
grabbing, pulling, grobing; stroking
zipper, damn near broken
she looks at me with savage, dire eyes
gripping my thighs
while I feel her up
tongue kisses amidst empty air
she whispers *pull my hair*
I grab her ass, hard squeezes; she moans
and says she likes that
she grabs me by the face and swallows my tongue
I grab her by the throat and
reciprocate her replies
she wants it from the back
and she begs for my approval
panties to the side
while she looks back and wags
I enter into her splashing demeanor
she bucks back with a growl
and I comply with return lunges
this is our on-the-couch-lustful-quickie
snatches kisses from the sides of her mouth
while she gasps-- for breathes
I grasp her breasts
she kept gyrating to my pentrating practices
we are attached
in conjoined carnal connection
she peeks in a whispering climax
and I whisper back--inside her!