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Mmm..Pour The Honey..à la carte Cocoa
Mm… pour the golden honey, bathe my Cocoa kissed skin
Arching my back in anticipation as the sticky stream drips inside my wanton sin
Coat my body as much as you please
On her knees she goes to satisfy her hungry feast of greed
Let the arousal of the stream tease
Gently licking my pussy…mmm…emotions weakening from the wet appease
Mm…my soft moans she likes to hear
It’s music to her ears
On top she dominates, her face buried in my cunt
Her tongue on a rainfall hunt
My fingers dividing her ass
Her pink scented treasure my tongue gently bask
Suckling her femininity, oh, she’s so wet
Moaning I'm the best tongue she's ever felt
A sexy pussy that’s pretty, tempting, and hot
My tongue darting inside her…tasting the moistness of her G-spot
Tonight, I am hers, her soft body is mine
69 we drink of each other’s pussy juices aged as fine wine
Turning around, her curvaceous body laying between my gapped thighs
Her finger sliding inside my tight abyss, my wetness baptizes
Waltzing her tongue up my abdomen her strap on, my pleasurable fate
Passion, lust, the rapture we feel, as our bodies twined, when we sexual relate
Holding my hands above my head
Our desires and our male whore, is the only one who plays in our bed
Arching my back in anticipation as the sticky stream drips inside my wanton sin
Coat my body as much as you please
On her knees she goes to satisfy her hungry feast of greed
Let the arousal of the stream tease
Gently licking my pussy…mmm…emotions weakening from the wet appease
Mm…my soft moans she likes to hear
It’s music to her ears
On top she dominates, her face buried in my cunt
Her tongue on a rainfall hunt
My fingers dividing her ass
Her pink scented treasure my tongue gently bask
Suckling her femininity, oh, she’s so wet
Moaning I'm the best tongue she's ever felt
A sexy pussy that’s pretty, tempting, and hot
My tongue darting inside her…tasting the moistness of her G-spot
Tonight, I am hers, her soft body is mine
69 we drink of each other’s pussy juices aged as fine wine
Turning around, her curvaceous body laying between my gapped thighs
Her finger sliding inside my tight abyss, my wetness baptizes
Waltzing her tongue up my abdomen her strap on, my pleasurable fate
Passion, lust, the rapture we feel, as our bodies twined, when we sexual relate
Holding my hands above my head
Our desires and our male whore, is the only one who plays in our bed
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