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Your seat, my face
Your seat my face
Are you sitting comfortably, well then I shall begin, spread your lips so gently and slide my tongue right
Pretty little petals, glistening, with fresh desires dew, I use my tongues to lap them, i love the taste of you
Pushing past your moistened lips, my tongues hunting for your clit, running up and down your labias, it plays inside your slit
You slowly start to move back and forth, my tongue you start to ride, quite moans of pleasure, escape from deep inside
My tongue dances on your clit, I lap and flick your hood, you know you dont want to cum, why rush a thing this good
Flicking out and diving in, tonguing really is my thing, I even move to your other hole, I make circles on your ring
Juices flowing freely, together we keep a steady pace, for my tongue is your stallion and you're the jockey for my face
Thumbs go on either lip, I spread them far apart, just to get in deeper, than I did at the start
Now it's time to pick up pace, on your clit I start to suck, you grind your pussy in my face, my tongue you need to fuck
Deeper, harder, faster, with my tongue I lap and poke, you ride me even harder, you match me stroke for stroke
I can feel you cumming, you have a throaty growl, I go as deep as my tongue can reach, your pussy's mine to plough
With one last grind, and one more flick, your passion ride is done, I'm left with jaw ache and a goatee caked in cum
Only deep breathing can be heard, your sitting still upon your seat, I love you sitting on my face, your pussy's such a treat
Ron
Based on a London boys saying , " YOU'LL ALWAYS HAVE A SEAT, AS LONG AS I HAVE A FACE"
Are you sitting comfortably, well then I shall begin, spread your lips so gently and slide my tongue right
Pretty little petals, glistening, with fresh desires dew, I use my tongues to lap them, i love the taste of you
Pushing past your moistened lips, my tongues hunting for your clit, running up and down your labias, it plays inside your slit
You slowly start to move back and forth, my tongue you start to ride, quite moans of pleasure, escape from deep inside
My tongue dances on your clit, I lap and flick your hood, you know you dont want to cum, why rush a thing this good
Flicking out and diving in, tonguing really is my thing, I even move to your other hole, I make circles on your ring
Juices flowing freely, together we keep a steady pace, for my tongue is your stallion and you're the jockey for my face
Thumbs go on either lip, I spread them far apart, just to get in deeper, than I did at the start
Now it's time to pick up pace, on your clit I start to suck, you grind your pussy in my face, my tongue you need to fuck
Deeper, harder, faster, with my tongue I lap and poke, you ride me even harder, you match me stroke for stroke
I can feel you cumming, you have a throaty growl, I go as deep as my tongue can reach, your pussy's mine to plough
With one last grind, and one more flick, your passion ride is done, I'm left with jaw ache and a goatee caked in cum
Only deep breathing can be heard, your sitting still upon your seat, I love you sitting on my face, your pussy's such a treat
Ron
Based on a London boys saying , " YOU'LL ALWAYS HAVE A SEAT, AS LONG AS I HAVE A FACE"
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