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Fuck!
Fuck! How do you do this to me?
A small look and I’m weak in the knee.
Within minutes my clothes are on the floor,
And you’ve locked the door.
My hands tied to the bed,
You say it’s time to give you head.
A slow slide between my parted lips,
From my pussy my lust drips.
In my mouth you have grown,
I tease you more with a moan.
More lust pours from between my thighs,
I beg you please with my eyes.
I crave you,
Am I on the menu?
From my mouth your cock slips,
To the south your head dips.
Your tongue dances within my cherry box,
How you do that is a paradox.
Once you have me good and blushing,
You say it’s time for the fucking.
You’ve given in to my plea,
My slit drips with glee.
My hands are untied,
My nails run down your side.
With each thrust, my pink walls tighten around your cock,
You’re as hard as a rock.
I take you in deeper, oh yes that’s the spot,
Please don’t stop!
Harder! Deeper! More, more, more!
My liquid desire now an uncontrollable outpour.
On the sheets my lust remains,
Though more than just a round wet stain.
Proof of my need for you,
And how no one else will do.
A small look and I’m weak in the knee.
Fuck! How do you do this to me?
A small look and I’m weak in the knee.
Within minutes my clothes are on the floor,
And you’ve locked the door.
My hands tied to the bed,
You say it’s time to give you head.
A slow slide between my parted lips,
From my pussy my lust drips.
In my mouth you have grown,
I tease you more with a moan.
More lust pours from between my thighs,
I beg you please with my eyes.
I crave you,
Am I on the menu?
From my mouth your cock slips,
To the south your head dips.
Your tongue dances within my cherry box,
How you do that is a paradox.
Once you have me good and blushing,
You say it’s time for the fucking.
You’ve given in to my plea,
My slit drips with glee.
My hands are untied,
My nails run down your side.
With each thrust, my pink walls tighten around your cock,
You’re as hard as a rock.
I take you in deeper, oh yes that’s the spot,
Please don’t stop!
Harder! Deeper! More, more, more!
My liquid desire now an uncontrollable outpour.
On the sheets my lust remains,
Though more than just a round wet stain.
Proof of my need for you,
And how no one else will do.
A small look and I’m weak in the knee.
Fuck! How do you do this to me?
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