by dokurtybitz

Lying there
T-shirt, some haphazard sheets
Cover and expose
Soft tangle of hair
Sweet nectar waiting
For me to lap up,
Spreading her lips
Fingers slowly explore,
Stretching her,
Licking her,
Rub the arch of my knuckle inside
Making her press up
Pull my face in tight,
Sharp exhaled moan
Plateau achieved
First step on the way
Morning orgasm for
For me, maybe if she decides.

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