y1. a love poem to my sensual barok

she closed her eyes as she orgasmed. i whispered to her ears to open her eyes. when she did, i put her finger back into my mouth then showed her my licking off every part of her finger. when she saw that, i felt her pump her hips forward, then back to get my finger slide in and out of her pussy. i gently pushed her shoulders down, to get her to squat a bit. squatting will give her a better movement, allowing her to swing her hips at a wider angle. i had my finger deep inside her while my thumb was on her clit. i would alternately caress her clit then pump her my finger inside her. she was moving more wildly now, i couldn't stand it anymore, i kissed the back of her neck, both our bodies together. she put one of her hands behind her, holding on to my behind to keep us close. she was pumping hard that she had to put her hand on the mirror to steady herself. i would push my hard dick forward on her and i can see her body move with mine. it felt like she had no more control on the movements of her body. her body followed the direction mine took it. she was very beautiful. it was the way she moved. the abandon. i took the hem of the lingerie and lifted it, i wanted to see my finger going in and out of her pussy. the panty was very wet with her juice. i looked at her face, she was between opening and closing them. i smiled, the mirror in front of her was smeared with marks of her wet finger. wet with her pusi juice.

with that thought, she grabbed my dick over my pants.