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Friday, January 20, 2017

(OF GROWN PEOPLE, BEASTS AND SOMETIMES FREAKY THANGS.) SOMETIMES

(OF GROWN PEOPLE, BEASTS AND SOMETIMES FREAKY THANGS.) SOMETIMES
THE MUSIC FOR THIS...


The Beast pauses... Pussy on the breeze.
He hunting smells it as he looks at she.
So small and his dick starts to rise.
I need her, the Beast thinks, he is vibrating inside.
Every corpuscle of his blood burns in anticipation.
His need fills the air and she feels it.
They make eye contact, she and the Beast and he encircles her in his aura, pulls her near.
She floating on his pheromones, he snarled up in hers.
The Beast does not speak of petty things, now is not the time.
He speaks of his need and she sensing the stringent urgency of his words is receptive.
Her urgency is pressing as well as the Beast touches her gently.
He whispers in her ear and she purrs from her full lips, the air static as they have sex in their minds.
He never knowing her and she never knowing her.
They fucking pineal as people pass by.
Two beasts unleashed as she and he walk to his domicile.
She entering and he so eloquently speaks of her beauty.
He would fuck her now but the Beast likes to be shown.
He lives to see.
He speaks to her in his beast voice,
it touching her core.
He wants to see and she slowly reveals her layers.
Her clit so profound.
The beast reaches out and rubs it a moment before kissing it.
She quivers.
Beast between her thighs as the room becomes filled with her sounds.
Beast's dick hanging so low and he stands.
She looks beast in his one eye and puts him in her warm mouth.
Oh my god! The Beast  marvels at her skill.
He begs of her to stop a second before he throws her back.
Enters her roughly.
Open those damn legs.
The Beast wanting her so badly pushes his dick to the deepest limits.
He loves her stretched eyes.
The screams of she.
He looks at her clit.
Pulls it out, spanks it with his head as she thrashes and grabs his dick, guides it back in, her beast needing satisfaction.
Such good pussy.
Such a big dick.
They so compatible on the field lust fuck noisily.
Those who would hear will.
Fuck them all.
Voices ringing out past walls and into night sky.
Flesh slapping flesh.
Scent heavy in the air.
Two beasts falling from the skies.
Two beasts fucking resplendent and shining.
The cosmos would sigh.
They cumming so very loud.
Beasts lying sated stand and walk away.
These being grown people things.
They return to their perceived lives.

JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY