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Hell of a Party!

I may as well have walked into a
Fresh pussy the way it stunk so good
The lava-laced floor burning through my sneakers I
Made my way through this
Drunken rave scathed by the hottest wave
of fingers, hands and clenched fists at my
Chest and denim shorts
My lower lip sore from nibbles and bites
Every pair of eyes had fire in them
Moving through this party
Moans and music synced the air
Slapping asses as I pass the biggest strokes of manhood
I have ever seen
Ready for more I threw up 3 to my devil when I
Eyed two dark mystic eyes shoveling into mine
Her hair not plastered over her face like everyone elses
Her shoulders naked
Her dress just covering her pussy and a smile
As perfect as the she-demon she was
Switched direction, my erection stressing that
Zippered section, my control being less than active
I fisted her dress and thrusted her to lay
Constricted her thighs and
Clitted her tounge first
Licked, spit, soaked, bit and mouthed her
Until she shook
We got up to our seemingly favorite song
I ground on her...
Then ground in her
She drenched my wood with not a
Deep enough splinter
Her heels went soaring
Her sexy at an all time low
It seemed to go on forever
A party turned sauna
And rather than figuring out where our clothes went...
We rode back bare...