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Taste Me, Carnie
As you dive between my legs
And your breath chills me
I tremble in anticipation
And await that first touch
You look up at me
A devilish grin plastered
You wink, a simple tease
Then go in for the kill
A loud gasp rips through my lips
You deliver torrent of sensation
My juices start flowing
As my toes start curling
A hungry growl comes from below
Causing a smile on my face
You pull me closer, and go deeper
Into the pale pink petals
My muscles jerk and my breathing hastens
Pleasure consuming every part of me
Your tongue doing laps inside
Of my soaked garden
There's a sensation rising
As a wave crests within me
I explode in a rush of ecstasy
And you suck even harder, still
Who knew clowns were such good lovers?
I think as I tug on your hair
You haven't came up for air yet
And its been seven minutes in heaven
I don't even mind the face paint
Smeared along my body
Just as you don't mind
My juices in your beard
Sweating, shaking, shallow breathing
My eyes are closed in exhaustion
As you rest your head on my thigh
And honk that stupid black horn
And your breath chills me
I tremble in anticipation
And await that first touch
You look up at me
A devilish grin plastered
You wink, a simple tease
Then go in for the kill
A loud gasp rips through my lips
You deliver torrent of sensation
My juices start flowing
As my toes start curling
A hungry growl comes from below
Causing a smile on my face
You pull me closer, and go deeper
Into the pale pink petals
My muscles jerk and my breathing hastens
Pleasure consuming every part of me
Your tongue doing laps inside
Of my soaked garden
There's a sensation rising
As a wave crests within me
I explode in a rush of ecstasy
And you suck even harder, still
Who knew clowns were such good lovers?
I think as I tug on your hair
You haven't came up for air yet
And its been seven minutes in heaven
I don't even mind the face paint
Smeared along my body
Just as you don't mind
My juices in your beard
Sweating, shaking, shallow breathing
My eyes are closed in exhaustion
As you rest your head on my thigh
And honk that stupid black horn
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