Big O
You try to capture streetlights
With your phone
as we’re driving by…
Crossing the bridge,
heading out of town,
With no destination in mind.
The destination is not a place,
She’s right beside me.
I glance at her, but I must focus;
“Eyes on the road” I tell myself.
But I can’t help it, she sits beside me
With a fully blooming lotus.
I want to feel it.
I reach over her thigh.
She looks at me and smirks.
I think “She wants me”,
Her Lotus is no longer dry.
Shifting in her seat she turns toward me.
Unknowing what she’ll say, or do,
I brace myself. she reaches over to me.
Her slender fingers effortlessly unbuckle
My belt and undo my zipper
She frees me.
I’m solidly presented for her attention,
Eager to burst in pleasurable agony.
Her hands are soft and chilled,
she glides her thumb
Over my sergeants head,
Spreading its readiness for ease
Of whatever’s to come next.
“Oh fuck girl, it’s like that?!”
I say in shock,
As she lowers her head toward my crotch.
Driving becomes super hard,
I swerve out of lane and grab the steering wheel with both my hands to stabilise.
My dick is also super hard. Inside her mouth.
It’s warm, and wet, and eager to unload…
Not yet, I can’t. Let her enjoy it for a bit.
“Eyes on the road”, I remind myself.
I want to pull over, But I can’t,
this is way more thrilling than just sex in a parked car on tarmac.
Her juicy lips wrapped tightly around the shaft,
I can feel her tongue explore every curve of my head.
She’s sensational, the best blow I ever had…
And in a moving car, she knows she can completely control me.
But not this.
Not the Big O she provokes
With her lips still wrapped around it.
I freely discharge, and without a drop,
She consumes me.
Then asks;
“So, how was it?”
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