Little twerk
Dragged towards the kitchen table he has a firey passion within his eyes, he forces you to bend over the edge and spreads your gorgous thighs
You feel him fumbling at his trousers then your panties are ripped aside, you feel him find your hole has he roughly rams his manhood deep inside
The force makes you draw a breath you let out a little moan or scream, within a few strokes you're soaking wet and your now hungry for his cream
He's pumping so furiously the kitchen table moves across the floor, you try to keep up with it step by step your body now is craving out for more
He leans himself across you calling you filthy and degrading things, knowing that it drives you wild and the amount of sexual pleasures that it brings
You orgasm so hard and fast you knees begin to shake and give way, he pins you to the table top making sure you have no chance to fall away
Soon he's filling you with seed he pulls out and says clean yourself up and go to work, you knew it would end that way when you stopped in front of him and did that little twerk
THE KINKY POET