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My Task
My tongue makes a nice contrast, as he slides
That cock into a younger whore than me;
He likes the way she kneels while the insides
Of little sluts are filled by him with glee;
I reinforce his movement when I lick,
Rimming his arse, as he fucks the sweet bitch;
My tongue will thrill his backside, while his prick
Is deep inside the girl: I will not switch;
There is no turn for me: I do know that;
She is sir's hole of choice, so let me wait:
He will be coming in her tight, young twat;
And I can feel him shudder as I relate
To attend on his need, for I've a task:
To clean his cock when he is done at last.
That cock into a younger whore than me;
He likes the way she kneels while the insides
Of little sluts are filled by him with glee;
I reinforce his movement when I lick,
Rimming his arse, as he fucks the sweet bitch;
My tongue will thrill his backside, while his prick
Is deep inside the girl: I will not switch;
There is no turn for me: I do know that;
She is sir's hole of choice, so let me wait:
He will be coming in her tight, young twat;
And I can feel him shudder as I relate
To attend on his need, for I've a task:
To clean his cock when he is done at last.
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