Wicked Wednesday: Victorian

Riding down the street inside
a horse-drawn carriage, we
sit close together on the bench,
your hand is on my knee.

The carriage rocks, the horses pull
us slowly down the way,
your hand is sliding higher,
wanting underneath my stay.

I pull the curtain open
just a bit to peek outside,
the people on the road know not
of what goes on inside.

Your hand caresses my bare breast,
I moan with my desire,
Your other hand now finds my clit
and sets my flesh on fire.

I stroke your cock, already hard,
and you lift up my flounce.
You pull me up upon your lap
and I begin to bounce.

The motion of our fucking
is the motion of the cart,
I ride you even harder
with my legs spread wide apart.

I feel you cum inside me
and my cries are soft and low.
We kiss with heartfelt passion
as the carriage starts to slow.

Our journey through the town is done,
the horses now do stop.
We’ll exit from the carriage
near the olden barbershop.

I kiss you briefly on the cheek,
our errands we will run.
And we’ll ride the rocking carriage
home as soon as we are done.

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