standing 69s are great
ʇıɟ ǝʇınb ǝq oʇ ǝʌɐɥ noʎ ʇnq
make sure he doesn’t drop you
ʇıq ɐ ǝʇınb ʇɹnɥ uɐɔ ʇı ǝsnɐɔ,
a standing 69 is cool
unɟ sı ʎluıɐʇɹǝɔ ʇı
but make sure that close you eyes
ɯnɔ ʇɐɥʇ llɐ ɹoɟ ʇno ɥɔʇɐʍ
There is no wind
and the rain beats straight down onto us
in long hard streams,
the drops tickling every inch of our naked bodies
like a thousand tiny kisses.
Our mouths and eyes meet and lock,
rain running cold over our heated lips,
our hands sliding wetly
over each others trembling flesh.
My mouth slips down
your breasts and belly,
following rivulets of chilly water
as they run down to between your legs.
You swing round and take me in your mouth,
the rain cascading over us,
making us shiver lightly,
contrasting with the tingling heat
of our passion and lips.
Our tongues coax deep moans and sighs,
a plume of water sprays into the air
as you slam your hand down into a rippling puddle
in time to your rising orgasm.
Your scent and flavour fill my nostrils
and intoxicate me
as you shudder
and rise and fall and scream
and I fill your mouth with hot thick love.
After, we kiss
long and slow and sticky,
your blue eyes sparkling
sharing our flavours,
my cum on your lips,
your nectar on mine.