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His Hands
I remember the first time you touched me
Untouched by man for some time
I was nervous at first but wanted more
You parted my lips with your eager fingers
Exploring my womanliness, my moist canal
It was wet even before you begin to touch it
The anticipation working up the flow
Of my nectar sweetness
You whispered in my ear
“I want you to cum for me baby”
Right here in this car
You make me moan in pure lust
Lusting for this man I shouldn’t
I want to make love to you
Deeper your fingers invade
It feels so wonderful
Now I feel you teasing my clit
What is this man doing to me?
I am weak and at the control of his hands
I cannot say no
I will always remember the smile on your face
The first time you made me cum
Licking my sweet nectar from your fingers
Untouched by man for some time
I was nervous at first but wanted more
You parted my lips with your eager fingers
Exploring my womanliness, my moist canal
It was wet even before you begin to touch it
The anticipation working up the flow
Of my nectar sweetness
You whispered in my ear
“I want you to cum for me baby”
Right here in this car
You make me moan in pure lust
Lusting for this man I shouldn’t
I want to make love to you
Deeper your fingers invade
It feels so wonderful
Now I feel you teasing my clit
What is this man doing to me?
I am weak and at the control of his hands
I cannot say no
I will always remember the smile on your face
The first time you made me cum
Licking my sweet nectar from your fingers
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