The grey skies had been threatening all day, To release wrath upon Port Phillip Bay, First drops caught us jogging along the beach, Before shelter of beach box could we reach. THE BEACH BOX _Unknown Undoing padlocks before full force hits, Taking cover just before it plummets, Watching rain sweep in through the open doors, Heavy hammering on roof, as rain pours. * Pulling my wet t-shirt over the head, Dropping upon wooden floor of the shed Feel your sleek tongue trace round my navel, As once more lusty impulses spiral. * Grabbing your arm, pulling you towards me, Kissing your skin, you’re salty like the sea, As your kisses rain down upon my chest And eventually my nipples molest. * My breathing turns shallow, my knees feel weak, Your mouth enthrals with passionate technique, Sound of the rain is almost deafening, As my manly ardour is strengthening. * Stripping clothes, our passion matches the storm, Over your naked curves eager hands swarm, As we tumble towards back of shed, Using beach towels as our makeshift bed, * Bite and suck your nipples, like you did mine, Till both of them did glisteningly shine, Slowly kissing downward to your bare mound, As rain on the tin roof, continues to pound. * Your hands grip my head, as mouth covers slit, Parting your plump lips, finding that hard clit, Sucking and teasing, as your hips gyrate, Fingers stroking in you, at a fast rate. * Wild guttural screams downed out by tempest, And your language anything but modest, As body tightens, then shakes in release, Then tightens again, as waves do increase. * Pulling me up after you recover, My hard body does your softness cover, Burying myself in you to the hilt. As even more of your juices are spilt. * Slapping of flesh matches pounding of rain, As your nails dig in my flesh and give pain, Passion builds as we vary the tempo, Pounding hard and fast, then stroke soft and slow. * Finger between thighs, frantically strumming, The rain upon the roof, louding drumming, Your taut body arching off the towels, As my hardness into your heat pummels. * Our mouths press and kiss with an urgency, As your tremors increase their frequency, And your tight muscles round me convulses, Causing my seed to release in pulses. * Cuddling up we just listen to the rain, As control over our senses regain, Only as I slip out, when I soften Do we remember doors are still open ¥B¥
Posted on: Thu, 01 Aug 2013 14:22:21 +0000
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