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MY FATHER'S GIFT
My father's gift
got quite a lift
in her fair hand,
making it stand...
to attention
with the tension,
She drew her face
towards its place,
Kissing the tip
with lipsticked lip,
caressed with tongue
the inches long.
Sucking, blowing
had it growing
to its extent;
it's business meant.
Out mouth she took,
with lingered look
my first pre-cum
she tasted. "Hmm..."
With one hand cup,
she then stood up
and drew her thighs
around my size.
With lustful grin
she lets it in,
finds it good fit
and kegels it.
got quite a lift
in her fair hand,
making it stand...
to attention
with the tension,
She drew her face
towards its place,
Kissing the tip
with lipsticked lip,
caressed with tongue
the inches long.
Sucking, blowing
had it growing
to its extent;
it's business meant.
Out mouth she took,
with lingered look
my first pre-cum
she tasted. "Hmm..."
With one hand cup,
she then stood up
and drew her thighs
around my size.
With lustful grin
she lets it in,
finds it good fit
and kegels it.
Published 11th Dec 2021
| Edited 22nd Dec 2021
Author's Note
Title inspired by a new penile euphemism picked up from Lost Viking - 'my father's gift' (thing all we men are born with).
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11th Dec 2021 1:45pm
