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Baseball
Would love to play baseball with you
Neither of us wears a stitch
I supply the balls and bat
You, the glove, to catch the pitch
I'll strive to go nine innings
Pitching change-ups to your twat
I'll swing my bat for home runs
At the end, I'll fill your slot
Play your entire body
Place a hickey on each bun
Spank your ass, until it's pink
That's the end of inning one
Inning two moves right along
More foreplay for a bit
Suck your standing nipples
Kiss your lips and tongue your clit
Inning three, you're at the plate
My bat's between you lips
I believe the score is six to nine
My head's between your hips
Your nose is resting on my balls
Giving head, you try to score
My play is with your “G” spot
We are done with inning four
I use your thighs as ear muffs
To block erotic noise
I dine on you through inning five
As you're fondling the boys
I taste you as you climax
Now inning six is through
Let's take a seventh inning stretch
Or I'll be cumming too
At the ending of the eighth
You are pitching from the top
Throwing pussy sliders
All are strikes, to make me pop
You're tossing for the third out,
I hear you scream orgasmic sound
You're grinding on my cock base
My six inches in your mound
I swing my bat up in you
You're cum's striking off my balls
We'll be changing our positions
As the ninth, last inning, calls
I'll throw from the rear position
Since I'll be cumming from behind
Resorting to illegal spit balls
That your moistened pussy signed
I know you're close to stealing home
When I hear you scream and shout,
”I must choke your bat a little,
Or you'll soon be popping out”
I throw a fast ball to you
You swing and it's a whiff
It's now the bottom of the ninth
My bat's still up and stiff
You're spreading out your fielder's legs
The score is close, by three
You tighten up your infield
Your orgasm's flowing free
The bases are all filled up
My bat is loaded too
You've got me in a squeeze play
What am I supposed to do?
It's the end of the last inning
I concentrate with all intent
I swing to hit a home run
Semen o'er the wall is sent
I've finally hit a grand slam
It was not the time to bunt
Our game of baseball's finished
Gism's flowing from your cunt
Neither of us wears a stitch
I supply the balls and bat
You, the glove, to catch the pitch
I'll strive to go nine innings
Pitching change-ups to your twat
I'll swing my bat for home runs
At the end, I'll fill your slot
Play your entire body
Place a hickey on each bun
Spank your ass, until it's pink
That's the end of inning one
Inning two moves right along
More foreplay for a bit
Suck your standing nipples
Kiss your lips and tongue your clit
Inning three, you're at the plate
My bat's between you lips
I believe the score is six to nine
My head's between your hips
Your nose is resting on my balls
Giving head, you try to score
My play is with your “G” spot
We are done with inning four
I use your thighs as ear muffs
To block erotic noise
I dine on you through inning five
As you're fondling the boys
I taste you as you climax
Now inning six is through
Let's take a seventh inning stretch
Or I'll be cumming too
At the ending of the eighth
You are pitching from the top
Throwing pussy sliders
All are strikes, to make me pop
You're tossing for the third out,
I hear you scream orgasmic sound
You're grinding on my cock base
My six inches in your mound
I swing my bat up in you
You're cum's striking off my balls
We'll be changing our positions
As the ninth, last inning, calls
I'll throw from the rear position
Since I'll be cumming from behind
Resorting to illegal spit balls
That your moistened pussy signed
I know you're close to stealing home
When I hear you scream and shout,
”I must choke your bat a little,
Or you'll soon be popping out”
I throw a fast ball to you
You swing and it's a whiff
It's now the bottom of the ninth
My bat's still up and stiff
You're spreading out your fielder's legs
The score is close, by three
You tighten up your infield
Your orgasm's flowing free
The bases are all filled up
My bat is loaded too
You've got me in a squeeze play
What am I supposed to do?
It's the end of the last inning
I concentrate with all intent
I swing to hit a home run
Semen o'er the wall is sent
I've finally hit a grand slam
It was not the time to bunt
Our game of baseball's finished
Gism's flowing from your cunt
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