Memoir Of A Dark Skinned Toyboy

what we did that rainy evening

If I was an art collector
You'd be the only masterpiece in my sight
And everytime I remember,
What we did that raining evening
Engulfed in smoke from that marijuana

Engulfed in love from that rainy evening
Rubbing you bellow yourbelly..
.....Softly
Leaving you moaning

Breaking your defenses,i hear you whispering
'Please..don't...stop.. '
Grabbing your breast..kissing you head
You whispered my name...right in my ear,
..your voice breaking
Amazed by your beauty
Bet inside you are Breathtaking

I Guess there is no  measure to the pleasure you can take

The moistness of your lips on the edge of my nipple is a feeling To be remembered
So why will I love your succulent breast alone
And leave the warmth of your inner thighs untendered

I still vividly remember,
What we did that rainy evening,
I Can hear the rain beating hard on the roof
I don't need a saint to tell me how wet you were
But I needed a  physical proof..
So my magic fingers found its way in between you
Sliding through its warmth and comfort..in..out
The throbbing hardness of my third leg
Wanted me to rip your panties of you
Bet that would be rough and insane
Engulfed in the feeling of the smoke.. it muffles the noise of the rain outside..
It's cold outside... But in between is the sweetest warmth
I've got something that belongs to you
But you have to let me in to you
Cause it belongs in between your thighs
I watched you spread wide,
While I buried my head in your safe place, tasting every moist
Tasting all the warmth
  On that rainy evening
I can remember the sound
Of your soft moan
My slow tongue play,
Melting your heart of snow,

Not to forget the tenderness of your hand gripping my rock hard dick,
My abs flexing,
you have me slowly grunting
How fast you dropped on your knees
To suck and massage my dick
Red high eyes staring at me from below,
Moisturizing my eggplant, in the wetness of your soft lips and lengthy tongue..
I've always being this wild
Or it's just the hit from the bong
Ripping of your thongs..
From your knees, crawling over your widely spreaded legs, holding down your left thigh
So I can thrust deeper
The harder I get
Can words really describe the way I felt,
On that rainy evening,

     *****to be continued******