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Your favourite place to sit

Candle light illuminates
A rapturous sight above
My efforts culminate
In your release of love
Your lips pressed to mine
As you straddle my face
You taste so divine
As you pick your pace
Hips grinding with lust
As I suck on your clit
Your satisfaction a must
When on my face you sit
It’s not long until you come
Wetness proof of my labour
Enjoy that and then some
As your pleasure I do savour.
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