Bad Boy
Being a bad boy again I see
in my room you show me how
truly bad you can be
My back pressed into the wall
hot breath against my lips
your hardness growin thicker
making me ache for the
swollen tip
My legs around your waist you
drive your hardness into my
soft folds
Your harsh whisper in my ear
hearing you groan as I do
what I am told
Nails digging into your back
hips grinding against each other
with each moan you would
only get rougher
Our bodies drenched in sweat as
we explode and stare into each
others eyes
we slip to the floor slowly with
you still hard between my thighs
Copyright © Wendy Roberts | Year Posted 2012
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