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Can't Blame The Patriot Act For This Surveillance (edited by Petit_Minou)
She likes to watch me jerk it
I know not the reason why
When I don't know she is watching
She loves to hear the sighs
The moans of me craving for her body
Proclaiming the urgency of my call
Something unique about my movements
Show how much I want to give her my all
When I do that I think she is somewhere
Not close enough for me to engage
And I think I'm left to my own devices
With my manhood fully enraged
As my hand creates even more friction
I add lubrication to smooth out the glide
My thick member is pulsing like crazy
And I feel that quiver inside
Now I'm calling specifically for her
Shout her name as if I'm on a quest
Not stopped till I reach that combustion
Only then can my hand take a rest
But sometimes when she is watching
And sees I'm about ready to pop
She'll stop me from cumming, little devil
And mount me so she feels the bop
So even if you think you are solo
Consider a moment what I write
There may be a voyeur undetected
Who wants to take in your hot delight
I know not the reason why
When I don't know she is watching
She loves to hear the sighs
The moans of me craving for her body
Proclaiming the urgency of my call
Something unique about my movements
Show how much I want to give her my all
When I do that I think she is somewhere
Not close enough for me to engage
And I think I'm left to my own devices
With my manhood fully enraged
As my hand creates even more friction
I add lubrication to smooth out the glide
My thick member is pulsing like crazy
And I feel that quiver inside
Now I'm calling specifically for her
Shout her name as if I'm on a quest
Not stopped till I reach that combustion
Only then can my hand take a rest
But sometimes when she is watching
And sees I'm about ready to pop
She'll stop me from cumming, little devil
And mount me so she feels the bop
So even if you think you are solo
Consider a moment what I write
There may be a voyeur undetected
Who wants to take in your hot delight
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