Sunday Morning Sex
Sunday morning sex is lazy and languid
It starts as a slow dance
Mouths touching, lips embracing
Tongue seeking tongue
Hands caressing her breasts
As she toy’s with his hardening cock
Lips now on soft mammary flesh
Then nipple
Hand on hard phallus
Starts a slow beat
With a rhythmic glide
On the turgid meat
Fingers explore
The folds of her sex
Thumb plays with his frenulum
Accompanying deep groan
She whispers in his ear
‘Assume the position’ 
Doing as instructed
Rolling on to back
She straddles him
Cock in hand she finds her clit
Now slowly she starts
Swollen shaft
Slides along the sexual furrow
Reaching up
Hands encasing swollen orbs
A slow groan slips from her lips
As his shaft she positions
Then descends
Body swallowing him whole
The ride begins
She mounted on her stallion
With finger on clitoris
She fucks with passion
The stallion bucks
Masturbating fingers tease
As the horse now beneath her she fucks
She feels the warm gush
As the horse does thrust
And throws her onto her back
Now rolls reversed
His mouth around her wet spunky slit
His tongue laps at her swollen bud
The tongue finds its mark
And like a dog she does bark
Then it comes in a rush
Her orgasm arrives
It throbs deep
As he imbibes
Sucking the throbbing climax
From her body
Then as slowly as it started
Wrapped in each other’s arms
They slip back into sleep
Sunday Morning Sex
A slow dance to start your week.
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