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Juncture

I gaze upon the juncture of your raised and outspread thighs
The perfect pussy that I see is a pleasure to my eyes
I venture closer to you, to have a sniff, perhaps a lick
To get a better idea of how your pussy fits my prick
 
I am not disappointed, pussy perfume fills the air
I cannot help but notice that you have a perfect pair
Of breasts with perfect nipples, perfect areolas there
My cock comes to attention. I can see you stop and stare
 
Your hands move to your vulva and you spread your lips apart
What I see amazes me and it almost stops my heart
Your clitoris is waiting for my lips and tongue to greet
You can wait no longer and your mouth surrounds my meat
 
Your outspread thighs are straddling my head from cheek to cheek
My helmet's on your uvula and my tongue is up your creek
I lift your fine ass to me as I nibble on your twat
You're fondling my hanging balls, I love it, thanks a lot
 
My full erection's throbbing as I suck your pussy's fire
If I said I didn't like it, I would be a fucking liar
“Put your cock within my juicy lair, let me feel your length and girth
You know I love to suck it, but I need to feel its worth”
 
In order to get leverage, and to drive my long dong home
I stand and pull you closer, penetrating in your dome
Your feet rest on my shoulders, as my erection fills your void
Let me know if you don't like it, if you're bored, or are annoyed
 
Believe me, I'll make adjustments, I don't want to disappoint
Your hot pussy feels so good as it's squeezing on my joint
I am good at all positions. I believe that you are too
Any time you want to switch, that's the thing that we will do
 
Front to back, or side by side, from behind if you would like
I may be a little rusty, but it's like riding on a  bike
If you have been there, done it, it's not as if you can forget
If you want one I haven't done, I'm not too old to learn as yet
 
Take the time to guide me through it and I will do the very same
To learn about you and to satisfy is all part of the game
Written by eightmore
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Author's Note
Returning to those days of yesteryear and a haughty hi oh sliver.
in case you're wondering, sliver is speeled correctly. I am not the Lone Ranger. I do not ride on Silver, and I am not hung like him. However, I aim to satisfy, not disappoint.
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