One Better

She flings her arms around my neck, and grabs a handful of my hair pulling it just hard enough that it hurts. She pants when we kiss, trying to catch the breath I’m sucking out of her. We do the dance of the intoxicated lovers, are arms tangled around each other in a volcanic warmth that is ready to explode, but this is the one of the best parts and I want to make it last a little longer. Her legs are getting weak, I’m pulling her all around the room, usually the rush kicks in and I try to pull the trigger before she realizes that I’m short and desperate for love. But tonight there is something in Paulette’s voice telling me that tonight she’s all mine. She’s got a boyfriend, but I’m the ghost in her sheets and I’d be damned if I don’t haunt tonight. This is a test, Paulette’s got a boyfriend she says she loves. Now she’s shaking and moaning with me in a bathroom while he’s probably writing shitty poems. It’s always the poets, that take my girls. They are braver and do less brooding, but no poet can fuck as good as good as I can, no poet knows the dark truths of the night like I do. She’s wearing tights, and as my hands creep down her back I peel them off, I feel them ride around the curve of her ass. She’s losing the test, the test to see if she’s the good girl I want her to be, the test of her loyalty to her boyfriend, she’s failing the test and its bitter sweet to both of us. I want her to push me away, I want her to pull up her tights and rush out of here, but as my hands and explore her and I feel her wetness I gather in my mind how this is going to end. Before long I bend her over my bathroom sink, she’s got a great ass, it aint the biggest one out there but it suits her body and its soft, like angel skin. She takes dick like a dream, you never have to slow down with Paulette, and if your legs, or abs or arms start to burn she’ll happily take over. She screams ever time, like a grunt, like shes pulling splinters out. She moves her hips so it goes all the way in every time. I’ve got a angel bent over.

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I'm blushing. I'm over it. Off too porno.