He was my seat, my throne! Prose for Pros 43

He was my seat.

He wanted it
Badly
Dreamt about it
Thought about it
Constantly

He was nervous
Very
He wished it to be
Relished the real
Passionately

He lay still
Motionless
Welcoming the moment
Greeting the fantasy
Quietly

And I lowered myself
Slowly
Covering his face
With my sex
Suffocatingly

He groaned loudly
Appreciating
My wetness
My Cunt
Lovingly

He licked me
Hungrily
Tasting all of me
Pushing himself
Inwardly

And then he sobbed
Deeply
As my bladder emptied
And he drank
Wildly

He lay wet faced
Contented
Sperm splattered his stomach
And pubic hairs
He was blissful and grateful

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