Sheer endless seemed her legs when crawling

catlike across his body slow
Her silken stockings brushing naked
and desperate skin in wanton glow.

Her teasing merciless and without hasting
feet, hands are bound, his mouth is mute
cock hard to burst, sweat on his forehead
one answer is their sole dispute.

Her velvet nether lips so moistly,
close to his panty-muted mouth,
despaired to taste, and feel and screw her,
with all his throbbing blood rushed south.

She purrs and teases her sweet pussy,
just out of reach but close to sniff,
and sometimes lets her fingers wander
and keeps him moan and twitch and stiff.

She is so close, but he can't reach her,
his lust is burning as he tried
to thrust against her, end his torture,
but he is expertly denied.

Just when his eyes are poorly pleading,
she pulls her panties from his teeth
and ask the question of her mission:
"What color has the car he sees?"

He knows his answer is surrender
then swallows hard with slight regret
his twitching lips whisper defeated:
"The car I see is ruby red!"

She smirks and sighs upon her glorious victory,
conquering him with his own lust
she scuttles down and mounts his manhood
and sinks upon it in one thrust.

She rides him hard and with abandon,
she moans and quivers, screams and purrs,
She and her husband come together
but their car's color choice was hers.

Soon they both drove their new achievement
in all its glory without a speck,
he licks his lips in sweet remembrance
because his preference was black.