“Beautiful Mess”

What a beautiful mess!
What a beautiful mess I’m in.
Spendin’ all my time with you,
There’s nothin’ else I’d rather do.
What a sweet addiction that I’m caught up in.
‘Cos I can’t get enough,
Can’t stop the hunger for your love.
What a beautiful, what a beautiful mess I’m in.
Ahhh.

This morning put salt in my coffee.
I put my shoes on the wrong feet.
I’m losin’ my mind, I swear; It might be the death of me,
But I don’t care.

The intensity, intimacy, and intrigue all combined to blur time and allowed us to melt away into our private, erotic world. Once in that secluded, secure haven, our passions and imaginations ran wild. Pleasure and ecstasy bubbled up, began to boil, and finally overflowed in a steamy crescendo. Boundaries were pushed, lines crossed, and desires realized each time we engage in our carnal pursuits. With each torrid tryst, more secrets are shared, enabling each lover to please the other in new, exciting ways.  He straddled my face as I stroked him to climax wanting him to cum all over my face. Expertly, I guided him on the edge of a wave of delight without letting him go over until my perfect timing permitted his hot, creamy fountain to spray across my gorgeous visage. Our mutual pleasuring set a wonderfully wicked tone.

What a beautiful mess!
What a beautiful mess I’m in.
Spendin’ all my time with you,
There’s nothin’ else I’d rather do.
What a sweet addiction that I’m caught up in.
‘Cos I can’t get enough,
Can’t stop the hunger for your love.
What a beautiful, what a beautiful mess I’m in.
Ahhh.

Me, squatting between his open thighs as my fingers danced over my swollen clit under my tiny blue panties. Him stroking his engorged shaft slowly as I looked on, slowly revealing my full, round tits. A growing stream of liquid desire poured from his fat tip and dripped languidly onto my heaving breasts. Slow and heavy, his salty syrup rolled down the curvature of my cleavage until it lazily rolled off my copper nipples. Seeing my visceral reaction, he urged me to stretch my tiny, blue panty toward him. As I did, he caught sight of my delicate digits slowly massaging my tender, wet sex. As we gazed into each others eyes and exchanged a series of deep kisses, his stream of desire poured onto my fingers and swollen lips in a warm, fluid tribute to his erotic queen. The breathy moans of approval conveyed my delight to him in a most sensual tone. We engaged in a myriad of sexual feats after that, but those two erotically beautiful and powerful acts were the penultimate pleasures of our passionate encounter