thick as August air you

breathe in and gasp at

the way I dance inside your heat 

walls slick with honey drip squish sucking

me deeper into your eyes moist

with anticipation fearing the

moment you lose the will

to live in this world surrendering

with tremors quick and fast

hard painting your night spasms

in hues of crimson and over

and over and again you

cry out to your Wolf to

stalk your release tearing

through the forrest down

the valley and to the crest of

the waterfall as He

corners your liquid surrender

and grins through wet fangs

as you drown in your own fucking lust

– Scot

(inspired by the squirting wonders that are Leigh’s multiple orgasms)


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