Mounting on the Mounds

How gorgeous is she.
her soft supple breasts,
asking me to pull her closer
squish them hard
over my hard chest.
that my palms viciously,
goes and cups them
every now and then.

How my fingers trace
the sleeping nipples
within her clothing
and excite them
waking them up from slumber
that they are poking out
to see me more
to show me more.

How my hands unhook,
her sometimes sexy
sometimes slutty
sometimes revealing
sometimes naughty
sometimes beautiful
lingerie that she prefers.
how my hands struggle
to unclasp the hooks
even after years of work
upon making it easier.

But its worth the the efforts.
when her bosom are freed.
how they go low
but stay upright.
how my hands can grab,
only the small of hers
only the some of hers
how my huge palms
are still smaller
for her bigger mounds.

How my fingers pull
and stretch those brown nubs.
to my liking, to my desires.
sometimes with my fingers
sometimes with my lips
sometimes with my teeth
sometimes with my tongue.
every time the sensations
passing thunders to my own
big one down there.

As I clutch them harder
suck them rough.
I lick them softer
knead the dough.
Its my queen's ample bosom
that makes me hard
elongating my manhood
hardening the balls.

How I wish I could fuck,
fuck her tits until my last,
last drop of my thick cum
of lust, and breeding serum.
As I pound them faster
between the deep cleavage
as she holds them tight
around my throbbing cock.

I pound into her
with my eyes seeing
how they bounce to and fro
making me go crazy
with every blow.
I love you my queen
but I love your tits more.

As I take out the cumming dick
lay it over the cracks
between those erect peaks
leaking thick, leaking more.
white ropes of semen
drop by drop.
until those nipples
are covered in white
cum of mine
because of her,
or those big melons
which I want to eat.

I see her happy
filled with lust
yet drained of lust
as the hickeys
as my cum
as her erect tips
point at me.
it's you who did this.
its your cravings.

It drained my last drop
Over her mounds
I instantly plopped.
I sleep over her,
over my comfort pillows.
as the cum drips
into her cleavage folds
I slip into my peaceful abode
My queen's sinful globes.
Here I sleep like a baby
until my next rounds.
between the supple pounds
as good as it sounds,
mounting on the mounds.
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