Midnight Thirst
In city glow, you stand tall—
Silk slipping slow, revealing your cunt’s glisten.
Your scent blooms thick as smoke,
Dew-kissed folds beckoning my tongue to explore.
I kneel, a supplicant to your heat,
Drinking the cream that slicks my lips.
Your tits rise with each shuddering breath,
Nipples pebbled tight as winter stone.
“Devour me,” you whisper, voice a husk of need.
My beard scrapes your inner thighs—
A rough love that makes you clench and sigh.
The wet sound of my tongue laps at your slit,
Your moan a melody against the glass.
Then I stand you up, spin you hard, bend you deep—
My cock sinks into your burning cunt like coming home.
The world watches as I claim every inch,
Thrusting until your walls milk my shaft raw.
You scream in the penthouse glow—
Two animals lost in lust’s pure flame.
Penthouse Surrender
His hands peel silk from my skin,
Exposing the heat that only he can draw out within.
The city lights blur as his tongue parts my folds—
A slick worship that makes me shudder, thighs trembling cold.
His beard rough against my inner heat,
Tongue flicking my clit until I forget to breathe.
I arch into him, tits straining free,
Nipples aching with each heavy breath I seize.
“Take more,” I gasp, fingers tangled in his hair—
Drinking my juices like a man starved of air.
Then he stands me up, turns me hard against the glass,
Cock pressing hot at my entrance, ready to claim this pass.
One thrust and I’m full—his length burning deep inside—
Each stroke a symphony of pleasure that makes me want to scream and hide.
He fucks me open, wide and raw and loud—
The penthouse echoes our moans as the city watches our sin proud.
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