The dinner date

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.

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