finger pop

Don’t have any condoms; don’t want to make a mistake,

Three O clock in the morning, but we’re wide awake.

Parents out of town, so I’m spending the night.

Only brightness in the room is that one candle light.

All night we’ve found ourselves having fun with fruits,

Peaches and Strawberries, everything but knocking boots.

The night is still young, your eyes are still begging please.

Lay me down; I know you got one more trick far up your sleeve.

You love my reaction as you rest your thumb on my clit,

Rotate slowly as my entrance starts to slowly drip.

And that’s when you slide a finger right through the walls,

I give out a moan that creeps right through the halls.

Not long until you add another finger in my split,

Your thumb is on my clit and it’s stiffer than a brick.

You hear me moan your name while you move faster with your wrist,

You thrust straight inside me then you add a small twist.

Your knuckle and fingertip hit both walls at the same time,

I grab your arm weakly as my temperature climbs.

As push your fingers up, and massage my soft spot,

You twist them in me and then your knuckles hit the top.

Stroking all sides of my tight, wet sweetness,

Not stopping your fingers until you complete this.

you feel my body shaking; your fingers start to dance,

You jerk that soft spot every time you get the chance.

So wet inside me, your fingers slip around with such ease,

Thumb still skate on my clit and my walls start to squeeze.

Tighter on your fingers, and I start shaking with a beat,

Your fingers struggle through me as I tightly grip the sheets.

I scream your name and you know you reached your goal,

I arch my back high as I start to explode.

Pressure blast through my slim, weak, wet treasure.

My juices gush against your arm as I reach final pleasure.

You slide three fingers inside me for one last deep stroke,

Which leads to a loud night in which all the sheets soak…