I mounted his face like an Olympic jockey,
his thick woolly hair acting as my reigns,
he instantly went to work, sending my body into shock,
as we headed straight toward the fast lane.
he licked me passionately as we leapt over hurdles,
with me winding my hips to match his rhythm,
riding him sensually, his hands gripping my cheeks,
getting me to the finish line was his only mission.
& as I began to approach it my body trembled uncontrollably,
until my thighs locked lovingly around his face,
leaving sweet victory on his tongue, it became obvious that I was the one,
who had indeed won this race.
