Starving for your Stroke

SHE WHO WAITS   

Starving for your stoke I come in the house and you pull me closer as you gently lie me back onto the living room floor, pulling my dress over my waste, as you press your mouth against my pussy I can feel the heat from your breath melting my ice-scream slowly now I am dripping wet and wanting you in me.

Starving for your stroke it seem to be effortless for you to put me in that mood without a touch just a look, you move in grabbing my hips and pressing your body against mines, I can feel your heart beat.

Starving for your stroke my lips are waiting for one of yours kisses, you slide your tongue in my mouth as you suck on my lips and I am in need for this deep sexual kiss that has my panty wet and this desire for your stroke.

 My mind is thinking of how I will feel when you push my legs apart pressing your dick in between, this thumping feeling is pounding harder and harder.

Starving for your stroke I can feel your rock hard dick every inch is needed, your thickness is pushing your way deeper into my wall stretching it out to fix, I am whining my hips, my legs automatically spears apart waiting for you to be inside, you hold my tights pushing and pushing deeper inside.

The sweat from our body’s are dipping down onto the sheets, I can feel the head of your dick hitting the back of my pussy walls as we reach our point of climax at its highest peek of bursting, I lay back no longer starving but fulfilled.