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Do Me Right (runningturtle87 and MadameLavender)

Every time you spank my ass,
I'll pull hard on your cock,
'Til all your cum you have passed
While I have jerked you off.

So as many tugs as you would like--
Go ahead and spank
My ass for each, my skirt is hiked,
You're welcome, dear, and thanks.

Crack of your hand, grip of mine
Tightened 'round your shaft;
A jerk reflex--it feels so fine
Each pull that I do have.

And when you are about to blow,
Give in to climax reelings,
I'll see how high your spray will go,
Your cock aimed at the ceiling.

If you're talented, you'll hit the light
While your hands are on my ass;
Then we'll fuck some more tonight
And see how you multitask.

Grease me up and push me down
Face first onto the table;
Rub my pussy up and down,
Jackhammer me if you're able.

Fuck me, fuck me hard as you can
I like it fast and driving;
Show me just how much of a man
You can be while I am writhing,

And moaning, screaming out your name,
Bucking my hips along with yours,
I'm cumming nicely just the same,
Delighting as your whore.

If watching
as I cum
is what your mind
is in need of,
then let me
reassure you
that you'll need
a front row seat.

Because just seeing
to believe is
only half the treat;

the other half is going down
and feeding on my meat.

I want to introduce you
to the taste of something fine
the lip and tongue wrap undulation
of when I'm fucking in your mind.

With lips spread wide and mind wide open
let me spread you out,
your philosophic reasoning
will never have a doubt
I'll take you to a higher plane
where all there is is peace
and then is when you'll figure out
where Jason got his fleece.

The golden apple of the gods
was bold and told who's fair,
but liquid lacking nothing
is what I have if you will dare.

So just lean back and let me do
the work that comes from Gods
ambrosia for the masses
was never for my nods.

A select and only few
with lips like cherry wine
those lips like yours and sweetest face
and honey dipping spine.

In fact, you are the only
the one I've steady waited for
and when the time is ready
then we'll dance out on the floor.
Written by runningturtle87
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