Fondle

Giggly bits and nibbly nips
Hands snug all the way in
Fingers curl around and squeeze
Roll over and pinch
Then back and forth
To stall
A questioning look
An innocent smile
“You like it”
Nod of the head

Pull down the zip now
Inch by inch
To avoid knowing eyes and ears
The theater is darkness
Seats not enough room
Lower your head
Taste and relish
Licking the flesh
Prodding to begin

Pleasure like pinpricks
Tongue painting deft strokes
The need for your warm wet
Driven to fulfill
Force you the soiled floor
Swiftly maneuver
Head slides into home
Arriving not leaving

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