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MY TOOL OF DELIGHT
My tool of delight
is come out tonight
fit to entertain
my beloved Jane.
She calls it my Dick,
John Thomas, joy stick,
tower of power,
cock, sceptre, plonker.
She so likes its look
and feel as she's took,
treats it as a pet,
getting herself wet.
Its fullest measure
is at her pleasure,
to do as she please -
to kiss, suck, blow, tease....
to cup and to squeeze
it tight then release.
Take it anywhere
she would let me dare.....
from front and behind,
when we're intertwined,
or between her breasts,
anointing her chest's.
But nothing compares
to moment, she swears,
I come to explode
inside her, unload.
is come out tonight
fit to entertain
my beloved Jane.
She calls it my Dick,
John Thomas, joy stick,
tower of power,
cock, sceptre, plonker.
She so likes its look
and feel as she's took,
treats it as a pet,
getting herself wet.
Its fullest measure
is at her pleasure,
to do as she please -
to kiss, suck, blow, tease....
to cup and to squeeze
it tight then release.
Take it anywhere
she would let me dare.....
from front and behind,
when we're intertwined,
or between her breasts,
anointing her chest's.
But nothing compares
to moment, she swears,
I come to explode
inside her, unload.
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