I wake to your soft laughter tied spread-eagle to our bed bound tight with soft leather my body hard with anticipation you pounce with feline grace ready to devour me completely my naked body a fresh canvas for your lipstick covered lips smearing rings of red up and down I gasp as you take me deeper with each inch of my aching cock throbbing in your hungry mouth I move with rocking of your head your deft fingers stroke my shaft coaxing me to spill my hot seed over your full lipstick covered lips
W. I. Boucher June 10, 2004