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Tic-Toc
*tick. Tock*
Eyes lock
As I kneel to assume the position
Tongue flicks
I lick
There is power in my seeming submission
Slow tease
Remember to breathe
I’m just beginning to taste
First fruit
Sweet tooth
Don’t let any drops go to waste
Deep throat
Take note
Of my lips grip around your shaft
Pressure builds
I can feel
Your magic stick about to blast
Fist of hair
Guiding me where
Your sweet spot can be found
Swallow you whole
You lose all control
I drink all your essence down
I smile
And while
You catch your breath and recover
Thighs part
Back arch
Pleasures for you to discover
Slip inside
You: deep. I: wide
Your name my tantric plea
Tick. Tock.
Don’t Stop
You’re about to set me free - RareEpiphany
Eyes lock
As I kneel to assume the position
Tongue flicks
I lick
There is power in my seeming submission
Slow tease
Remember to breathe
I’m just beginning to taste
First fruit
Sweet tooth
Don’t let any drops go to waste
Deep throat
Take note
Of my lips grip around your shaft
Pressure builds
I can feel
Your magic stick about to blast
Fist of hair
Guiding me where
Your sweet spot can be found
Swallow you whole
You lose all control
I drink all your essence down
I smile
And while
You catch your breath and recover
Thighs part
Back arch
Pleasures for you to discover
Slip inside
You: deep. I: wide
Your name my tantric plea
Tick. Tock.
Don’t Stop
You’re about to set me free - RareEpiphany
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