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HER HOT LIPS AT HIS HIPS
His penis was rising,
increasing in sizing,
tool of delight forging
from his blood engorging
as she set about with
the best head she could give....
Licking, nibbling, sucking,
setting his hips bucking
in a reflex rhythm
until his first jism
trickled down her deep throat,
giving walls a white coat.
increasing in sizing,
tool of delight forging
from his blood engorging
as she set about with
the best head she could give....
Licking, nibbling, sucking,
setting his hips bucking
in a reflex rhythm
until his first jism
trickled down her deep throat,
giving walls a white coat.
Published 17th Jun 2022
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17th Jun 2022 7:12pm
What better feeling can there be, then your essence running down my throat.
I will never waste the thrust, I will never waste a drop.
And this coating in my throat tells me I am worth living.
That I can inspire you to be everything.
That I can inspire you to be nothing.
Whatever you want...
I will never waste the thrust, I will never waste a drop.
And this coating in my throat tells me I am worth living.
That I can inspire you to be everything.
That I can inspire you to be nothing.
Whatever you want...
