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The lessons of cum

The lessons of cum:

It was an education: I have fond memories of

I thought, �maybe, just maybe�

I griped tighter, I watched his eyes: his body, his movements, his breathing

I did it softer then I listened to his sounds: and felt his hands touch me, I watched him lick his lips; when

he gazed down at me

I knew what he wanted: I understood, what he needed

I put my mouth over him, and did what I thought any girl did� at times like these

I didn�t understand then, but later, I learned it was special for him: and talent I was establishing

I gulped, he gasped I knew, so I sucked; his hips reacted

I took more in my mouth; his hands came up, I enjoyed the power I had

with just the simplicity, of my hot wet mouth

He took my hand, and put it on his balls

I understood, I played, and rolled as I sucked

then opened my mouth, and gargled

then took what I could, till I learned to get it all down my throat

then he growled like a dog, and humped my face hard

he fed me a creamy surprise

I admit it was a delight; I enjoyed every drop I sucked, wanting more

I felt like I was teased, not getting enough

The next time, I learned to make him last longer

I got it more, it was hotter and it squirted harder

mmm the lessons of cum, I remember

Lori