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LyonStyles
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Off 3rd Shift Morning Love

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erotic

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The door opens

no words are spoken

kissing sucking touching caressing undressing furniture crashing to the floor

in a fury of commotion

the door never closes it

doesn't matter passion so hot we're concealed by the smoke

i scoop you and sweep the counter in a single motion

grab the fudge sauce and commence to pouring

chocolate on caramel skin so honey golden

my sexy milky way, the

sweetest taste of sin I'm licking,

nibbling and kissing you all over

Tonguing the center of your love below

in and out with my finger i feel you cuming and going

but wait let’s take this to another place

elevated with your legs around my waist

we move to the dining room table

who's that peeping in the window?

I'm feeling like Mercutio

"men eyes were made to look, let them gaze"

the exposure makes us bolder

your ankles on my shoulders

i enter oh so slowly

first the tip gently back and forth

before i give it to you whole

gradually increasing the speed and strength like a locomotive

the rhythm of our flesh colliding increases tempo

Smack...

Smack. Smack-smack.

smack-smack-smack. Smack-smack-

smack-smack-smack-smack-smack-smack.

your juices flowing,

that thang you're throwing

my flesh you're clawing,

my side you're holding

as I’m strong long stroking

baby let’s take this thing in front to the mirror like Neyo

Our nude reflection looks like an erotic poster

sit right here and enjoy the show

as you rise and fall like a merry-go

feeling me as i penetrate deeper and deeper into your soul

hear me talking dirty in your ear "don't stop. I want you to lose control"

a firm love tap on thedon't you dare think of slowing

breathing heavy and loud moaning

Inside I can feel you exploding

Oh we're not done.

Turn around, bend over

tugging on your hair,

the back of your neck and ear cool air I'm blowing

the other hand slick and slippery

is fingering your little man in the boat

"do you like it like that? Girl I aint gonna stop 'til you tap"

I'm going deeper and deeper until I strike gold

your legs begin shaking

inside you feel me pulsating

baby I can't hold it as we disengage

I erupt like a volcano laying

on the floor in the middle of the room

spooning you smile and say

"this is a lot better than waking up to Folgers"

good morning

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