The Lap Dance AKA Grinding Time

Straddling my lap like Dressage while getting undressed Breasts against chest her hips start to press Counterclockwise as she stares in my eyes My mitts grip her hips as I start to rise Her thighs squeeze with lustful abandon and passion She's starting to buck in a Mustang-like fashion The pace still is slow but starting to quicken Blood flooding forth as my cock starts to thicken She rocks back and forth against stiff opposition The taste of her tits make for strong competition My hands get confused and don't know where to play With her ass or her tits or her sweet Pu-Na-Ni? Her breath on my neck and her whispering words Say forget about nouns it's all about verbs No distraction just action and sweet satisfaction Thank God I wear sweats that provide perfect traction She slides and she glides then she turns the tide By flipping positions and reaching inside Grasping her fingers around with a squeeze Reversing her Cowgirl she swirls like a breeze Her hand slowly strokes in synchronization  With her hips and her ass in carnal calibration Back and forth, Forth and back in a ruthless attack On a mission and wishing to drain my whole sack Her butt cheeks, they grab and beg for a stab Her butt cheeks, they clench and savor my slab She arches her back and buried her face In my neck as we pause in erotic embrace She turns with a look that smolders and smothers Then says, "Dance over baby, would you like another?"