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Bar Dance
Last dance, last chance... it's fuck romance,
We're just lookin' to score.
Eyes meet, thighs greet, turn up the heat...
Near fuck on the dance floor.
Lips locked, squeezed cock hard as a rock,
You make your wishes known.
Eyes glazed, leg raised, your cunt is grazed,
Sweet mouth yielding soft moan.
Slow song too long, I feel your thong;
Eyebrows raise with the pull.
Head tilt, no guilt, I find your melt
Neath skirt, fingers in full.
Tight slide, toes glide, carried outside
To the bed of my truck.
Sweet lips to tip catch pre-cum drip.
Panties drop...time to fuck!
Legs spread, your head laid flat to bed,
You rub mound, I spread cheeks.
Ass ream, you scream, I spill, you cream...
See you again next week.
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