The pleasure I feel is quite profound,
When fingers explore, my senses astound.
It's a kink I enjoy, that makes me undone,
Fingering and fucking, all rolled into one.

C*cks are great, don't get me wrong,
But fingers have skills that make me belong.
They twist and they rub, in unique ways,
No penis can match the pleasure they raise.

Gazing in the mirror, I watch fingers glide,
Exploring my body, with intimate pride.
Cameras, pillows, all to enhance the view,
Getting off in pleasure, as fingers push through.

His words add a spark, to the passion we share,
"How wet are you, let me see if you dare."
Juices on his hand, I'm his dirty delight,
Anticipating the pleasure, we'll have later tonight.

"Don't come without permission," he teases me so,
His fingers calling, as they rhythmically go.
"Come, you filthy bitch," his words sweetly ignite,
Driving me closer, to pure orgasmic delight.

A power dynamic, this act does hold,
He's in control, my body he molds.
I revel in feeling defiled, it's true,
From labia's touch, 'til his fingers slide through.

He knows my body, like his favorite song,
Every inch of me, he's learned to prolong.
His touch, his skill, drawing me near,
As my body shudders, releasing in sheer
Orgasmic delight, my gasps fill the air,
His fabulous fingers, taking me there.

© Era°
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23.11.23

I posted this before in IG 😜