I came over to Fuck

Not knowing his name, I knock on the door,
He pleasantly greets me, offering peaches
I swallow espresso this handsome guy provides,
Inside silk panties, sweet pheromones flow.

The skirt I’m wearing fits tight on my hips,
I wear lace on my thighs, my blouse, abounding.
With blue eyes and laugh lines, he casually asks:
“Do you want to be punished? 
You’ll do what I ask?”

Aroused and shy, I provide my bashful reply:
“I came over to fuck, please do what you will,
My husband is useless, I’m pursuing new thrills.”

I’m nervous at first; he glides swiftly behind me.
My tingling nipples are still tender from nursing.
Grabbing my wrists, inflicting pain with a twist,
He brazenly asks me: “Do you want this Miss?”

A few tears in my eyes, my face blushing red,
Grasping my hair near the nape of my neck,
Guiding me to a crimson room, a large silken bed,
Intense eyes betray ravenous thoughts in his head.
 
My creamy warm melons, with baby soft skin,
Dribble with milk, his thin lips, sensitive suckling.
Reservoirs empty, pussy contracting & pumping,
His fist inside, coming in bursts, powerful squirts.

Out of his trousers springs forth a large uncut dick,
Shiny tip, pokes out from within, 
foreskin attached. “Spank my ass mister, 
Spit on it, Please make it hurt!”

“Alright young Miss, I can oblige, 
let me wiggle it in” Grabbing my tits, 
he twists ‘till it hurts, distracting,
Asshole tight, the pressure of impending pleasure,
Then, using all of his might, incremental entrance,
A shock, he’s prepared to pound, 
I’ve lost all control.

We’ve gone on like this for 
what seems like an hour;
I’ve cum three times, 
twice from anal exploitation.
My fella finishes me off.

 Synchronized breathing,
I’m leaving, he’s kicking me out. 
Spectacular evening!