- Jaimee Bell
A Slutty Little Christmas Poem [Erotica]
Our presents are wrapped under the tree with care
And I’m laid out on the sofa, almost bare
You walk through the door and are surprised to see
Nearly-naked, horny, messy-haired me
Your bag hits the floor as you stop and stare
I’m wearing nothing but stockings, and they’re your favourite pair
You close the distance between us in the blink of an eye
Your lips meet mine and I let out a sigh
I melt into you and your hands travel down
You rub me and tease me and order me to the ground
On my knees for you, I start playing with your cock
In and out of my mouth, as you grip my messy locks
You thrust in and out of me, moaning my name
And I take every last fucking drop,
you know I love this game
Moaning and groaning as I slide down your length
Your hands gripping me firmly, with all of your strength
I’ll bite your neck, your lips, and your chest
In every position - this, that, and the rest
You’ll take me from behind while pulling my hair
Bent over the couch or straddling you on a chair
Sideways, frontways, backwards and more
I’m Sir’s little Slut for him to adore
Once we’re both panting and covered in cum
I’ll lay my head on your chest, your heart beating like a drum
While I’m wild and hazy and happy as can be
I’m yours and you’re mine - it’s all we can see