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Eclipse

The way that we love it really isn't normal
We're breaking headboards trying to put each other in a coma
I'm hooked on you a natural performer
I love your taste and spicy aroma

After one simple taste
I roll you on top letting you fuck my face
By the feel of your grip, you're ready to contract
Sliding my tongue through you to the middle of your back

We're caring more for this moment than we do to live
Pain is our motivation and sweat is our adhesive
Working my way back down kiss and nibbling both ass cheeks
Spreading them apart giving that rose a peek

They say a rose is good for human consumption
So I'm dining on that asshole and forgetting it's function
You're all into this pushing your ass hard into my face
I'm gonna see just how much tongue your ass can take

Then taking my time to lick both fucking holes
You're so fucking anxious you're loosing control
With cum and saliva in every freaking fold
You totally give in not caring which hole I chose

But things have heated up you want something more
You want that kind of loving that makes your ovaries sore
Grinding's okay but you want slamming and pounding
That kind of fucking that has my balls rebounding

But you know what daddy like and you do it with greed
Let's roll into a sixty-nine and give me what I need
Slob on that head yes baby take the lead
Now suck on everything else looking for the fucking seed

Fucking your daddy with nothing but mouth and throat
While I'm dueling in back with the man in the boat
A little cum trickle out into my mouth
Now that what daddy is talking about

Work your way back up to the tip
Come on and straddle it, it's time to trip
Mattress mashing, headboard bashing, ass printed into the wall
This doesn't resemble sex it looks like a free for all

Curtains hanging, covers ripped
Our hair all tossed, I'm wearing your slip
and we're in the middle of passions grips
Not stopping til the next lunar eclipse
Written by I_IS_ME
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