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Bent Over
Kitchen counter presents me
a luscious spread. All the blood has
gone to my other
head.
Tempted to bury my engorged tip,
your wine is what I must sip.
From slow to.....fuck me......
You give confirmation
by biting your lip.
Teasing each layer, and
savoring every flavor,
I'm always obliged to
do this little favor.
Tantalizing your neck all the
way down to your crack, this
tongue is out and ready for
it's final attack.
Tongue meets your
rose bud, and lips proceed to
hover, as you begin to
buck and shutter.
Though you're close, I
must continue to linger,
then speed things up
working magic with my
finger.
Your heat is enough to
bake a cake, I grip
your ass and the walls
within begin to shake.
Tempting as it may be to
fill you with all of me, I
take my time and devour
your lovely sea.
After number two you
beg me to be inside
you.
Don't mind if I do.
a luscious spread. All the blood has
gone to my other
head.
Tempted to bury my engorged tip,
your wine is what I must sip.
From slow to.....fuck me......
You give confirmation
by biting your lip.
Teasing each layer, and
savoring every flavor,
I'm always obliged to
do this little favor.
Tantalizing your neck all the
way down to your crack, this
tongue is out and ready for
it's final attack.
Tongue meets your
rose bud, and lips proceed to
hover, as you begin to
buck and shutter.
Though you're close, I
must continue to linger,
then speed things up
working magic with my
finger.
Your heat is enough to
bake a cake, I grip
your ass and the walls
within begin to shake.
Tempting as it may be to
fill you with all of me, I
take my time and devour
your lovely sea.
After number two you
beg me to be inside
you.
Don't mind if I do.
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