Looking for a wench or two of skirt sweet true
Locking musket cutlass to waist of hard masculine muscle flat
Tossing mane of rich glory black of curly free he strutted a peacock's walk
Smiling with teeth of straight with gold of blinking flashing he caressed the females of hot stare
Running with feet of fluttering wings of butterfly Shandoa threw herself in arms of muscled armor
Grasping hips of round he lashed her firm to form of steely strength
Tossing form of light he ran with pantherish prowl of kicking sturdy door with booted leather boots of high aside he carried his burden of delight
Bolting door with latch of strong he tossed his burden high with teasing playful glee
Tossing aside net of fine he clasped her breast of cantaloupe large in hands of weathered firm
Tugging hungrily at ripe nipples of large he suckled sweet berry sugar Pushing aside legs of hidden treasure he plunged his spear of lust deep within recesses of hot molten
Leaning with arms of balled fists beside head of fair he mastered her tempo with measured gait of swift to fast to slow heart rendering stopping thrust of controlled pleasure
Muffling screams of pleasure he kissed lips of pout divine with hard masculine lips of grinning wolfish nibbles of enveloping
Continuing the tango of love refined they coasted high on rivers of cloud of rippling lightening bolts
Faces flushed with glow of sweet aftermath both smiled with satisfaction of pleasured mutuality
By Felicia McCaw
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