He teased her
Pleased her
Made her moan
He touched her
Loved her
Made her peak
He made her ache
As she held on tight
Nails dug in
As he loved her right
He made her scream
He fulfilled her dreams
She rode him
Like a sex machine
He pounded her
As she gasped
With a heavy breaths
Made her writhe
With her heaving chest
She needed more
And he obliged
Onward she did ride
Harder and faster
As if riding a winner
In the table
Where they ate dinner
She was the feast
And he hungered for her
They both loved this moment so
As their essences
Combined and then flowed
And as her man I watched the show
From a seat not far away
You may think that it’s depraved
But actually I let her love freely
And I confess it pleases me
Say what you want
I guess you’ll judge me
But does it matter if we are happy.
fauxcroft 
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