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WHEN I WEAR MY THONG
When I'm wearing my thong
my hubby comes on strong,
Oh he has such a thing
for triangle with string
that leaves more skin to show
where his eyes like to go,
"You're like warrior queen,
when top removed has been,
'see' side-hanging knife blade!"
he's mischievously said:
"This is my fantasy
when your thonged frame I see!"
It makes me look cheeky
when I'm viewed rearwardly.
There is no 'do you mind'
to hands on my behind,
plying his fingertips
as on cheeks get to grips.
He likes twanging the string
to spur on lovemaking.
The thwack spurs on my spill,
making triangle fill,
giving him an excuse
to pull off to sip juice.
my hubby comes on strong,
Oh he has such a thing
for triangle with string
that leaves more skin to show
where his eyes like to go,
"You're like warrior queen,
when top removed has been,
'see' side-hanging knife blade!"
he's mischievously said:
"This is my fantasy
when your thonged frame I see!"
It makes me look cheeky
when I'm viewed rearwardly.
There is no 'do you mind'
to hands on my behind,
plying his fingertips
as on cheeks get to grips.
He likes twanging the string
to spur on lovemaking.
The thwack spurs on my spill,
making triangle fill,
giving him an excuse
to pull off to sip juice.
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