Rug Burn

Lazy, rainy Sunday afternoon
Cuddling on the couch
Stretched out together
Watching bad, old black and whites
That we cannot help but like

You start walking
Your fingers up my arm
We have played this game
Oh so many times before
It's tickle time!!!

Think you are being sneaky
You're definitely not
Haha...still get me anyway
Wiggling and non-stop laughing start
Till we both hit the floor

Afraid that you hurt me
Apologies and kisses followed
Your sweet side exposed
Sweet soon takes a passionate turn
You flip me on all fours

On your knees behind me
Taking in the view
Without warning....SLAP!!!
Causing me to squeal

Many more come my way
Each harder than before
As you mount me
I plead for one more

Grabbing my shoulders
Pulling me up to you
Just a slight arch in my back
Balls slapping feverishly

The pace increases
My knees are on fire
Caught in the moment
I don't care

Your nails brand my back
As you lose control
Vivid screams fill the room
As mutual climax soars