. . .LOST LOVE'S LAMENTATIONShe wore roses where the nipplesOf her breasts should be, and flowersFloated in her hair, and there were chocolatesStored ...own there, among the petalsOf her soft, pink femininity, waiting to blossom,Just for me, back then, when I was youngAnd had not seen the blooms that menOffer upon upright stems, and I wanted herTo love me, to flower, just for me, once,Upon a time, way back. . . then. . . . HEDONISTIC GIRLWe seek ourselves in metaphors,Never knowing who or what. Her eyes roamed the room and made contact with the eyes of the stunned viewers, watching as she vigorously fucked her man. She commanded her boy toy to pull her hair harder, smack her ass harder, fuck her tender pussy harder and harder and harder. The sweet smell of sex attracted more and more bystanders to watch the show, and they began to tentatively play with each other in the crowd. But the star was still the Siren riding majestically atop her man, like Lady Godiva on her galloping steed. A. ‘Maybe just give us a ten minute start to getacquainted.’ Then Beth said, ‘I think that would be a good ideaDarling, as I would feel a bit inhibited if you werethere at the beginning.’What could I say to that but OK! Off they went. I satthere, then got up and paced, then sat. Whichever, satdown or pacing, I never once let go of my cock. It wasaching.The seconds dragged and the minutes seemed to standstill. Eventually eight and a half minutes had elapsed,I could take the. He just kept slamming that big cock into my already sore pussy. A few more slams and then he shoved himself all the way inside of me. He grunted quietly and then as his body jerked, his hot cum shot deep inside of me. I let out a small moan as the cum rushed inside of me. He didn’t pull his cock out and slam it back in like most men I have been with. He would just grind his cock into me as his cum gushed out of that long, hard shaft. Being rammed by such a big cock while having to be quiet,.