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Freakin Out Under Wet Light

 “Knew two freaks girls from out of town that was close friends
Whenever we get together we always engage in nasty sin,
 “That motivates us to expand our mind blowing sex
Because true freaks ain’t afraid of getting wet,

 “Off and on all night I’m licking and dicking them both
By mid-morning they cooked me eggs, grits and toast,
 “Having these freaks obey my every wish
One scrubbing my dishes while the other is sucking my dick,

 “Not only she sucked my dick but wanted to lick my ass real good
I ask why and she said her tongue will be in the neighborhood,
 “Grabbing my cheeks she firmly spread
Then my asshole she took straight to the head,

 “On two occasions I almost shitted
Then she raised up and told me to hit it,
 “Ass in the air as her knees touched her chin
Tight grip on my dick as I squeezed it all in,

 “After a few strokes, holding her balance she was unable
Now we’re both fucking on the kitchen table,
 “Screaming in passion she knocks the breakfast on the floor
While sunlight sparkles on her wet pussy as I dick feed her some more,

 “She lost her mind when I filled her pussy with hot cum
Causing her to speak uncontrollably in her native tongue,
 “Her friend stops scrubbing, opening her creamy pink for an invite
Because she wanted her turn to get fucked right,

 “Each pussy penetration got intense and harder
Every time I heard her breast hit the dish water,
 “You can call it wet on wet-wet crime
As she creamed on my dick in a straight line,

 “Our sensations went into overload
As we felt suction from her clit to my asshole,
 “The erotic rush caused me to release in pussy once again
Followed by my cum being sucked out by her friend,

 “I stepped back while they got nasty on the scene
Performing the sixty-nine licking each other clean,
 “A freak watching freaks what a wonderful treat
Now one is sucking my balls, while the other is massaging my meat,

 “Like hungry birds feigning for the wiggling worm
They wasn’t going to wait for the build-up of more sperm,
 “Getting my mind right I slid to the kitchen floor
And hours later we were passed out drained and throbbing sore.”
Written by CasketSharpe
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