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TO YOU I DO SURRENDER
To you I do surrender
to your kisses most tender
teasing inside my thighs,
unleashing my aroused sighs
after sucking on each toe
you nuzzle my feet, calves, thighs slow,
As your head draws ever near,
your hands prising my thighs clear,
brushes on my legs' smoothness
starts to stir up my wetness,
that when your face does arrive,
mmm....I'm ready to writhe!
Around my landing strip's fur,
with a snake like tonguing stir,
you murmur as you savour
cunnilingual flavour.
softening up my wet core
to enjoying something more.
I call out, ' Please...please..don't stop!
You carry on till I pop,..
I anoint your welcomed face.
You lick up each first cum's trace,
then kiss-lick north of my clit,
up my belly to each tit,
that you play with till they stick
out under circular lick.
All the while your dick draws near
'till, clit touching, it appear.
With a hand you hold it round
'Ready for a pussy-pound?'
you say, pointing it like gun.
I tell you, 'See how I run!
Only you can stop my leak!'
You let yourself in with squeak.
Hips into each other pound,
my parted legs wind around
your waist, keeping you detained
and your length in me contained.
until your own dam's bursting
with seed you end up spurting.
to your kisses most tender
teasing inside my thighs,
unleashing my aroused sighs
after sucking on each toe
you nuzzle my feet, calves, thighs slow,
As your head draws ever near,
your hands prising my thighs clear,
brushes on my legs' smoothness
starts to stir up my wetness,
that when your face does arrive,
mmm....I'm ready to writhe!
Around my landing strip's fur,
with a snake like tonguing stir,
you murmur as you savour
cunnilingual flavour.
softening up my wet core
to enjoying something more.
I call out, ' Please...please..don't stop!
You carry on till I pop,..
I anoint your welcomed face.
You lick up each first cum's trace,
then kiss-lick north of my clit,
up my belly to each tit,
that you play with till they stick
out under circular lick.
All the while your dick draws near
'till, clit touching, it appear.
With a hand you hold it round
'Ready for a pussy-pound?'
you say, pointing it like gun.
I tell you, 'See how I run!
Only you can stop my leak!'
You let yourself in with squeak.
Hips into each other pound,
my parted legs wind around
your waist, keeping you detained
and your length in me contained.
until your own dam's bursting
with seed you end up spurting.
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