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HE HAS ME STRETCHED
He has me stretched out, on my back,
tortured on a feather bed rack,
My hands by wrists are held at length,
I'm lost in joy under his strength.
Our mouths tussle in linking tongues,
moans carried on exhaling lungs,
Upon each other nipples rub,
making mine come out in paired stub.
He takes his mouth off mine so he
can give more pleasures orally,
first tongueing on my ears, then neck,
making me groan 'Oh fuck - oh heck!
He tongue-tickles in my armpits,
then on my full erected tits,
giving on each big baby sucks,
getting my hips in rears and bucks.
While all the time his hips are grinding
into my crutch, spurring my winding
of ankles behind his backside
as he hits the G-spot inside.
tortured on a feather bed rack,
My hands by wrists are held at length,
I'm lost in joy under his strength.
Our mouths tussle in linking tongues,
moans carried on exhaling lungs,
Upon each other nipples rub,
making mine come out in paired stub.
He takes his mouth off mine so he
can give more pleasures orally,
first tongueing on my ears, then neck,
making me groan 'Oh fuck - oh heck!
He tongue-tickles in my armpits,
then on my full erected tits,
giving on each big baby sucks,
getting my hips in rears and bucks.
While all the time his hips are grinding
into my crutch, spurring my winding
of ankles behind his backside
as he hits the G-spot inside.
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