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GETTING UP TO GETTING UP
Getting up to getting up
to an early morning sup;
let me taste those lips of yours
where you'd normally wear drawers
if you weren't now commando,
you above, my face below.
Turn on your knees, come astride,
give my face that special ride.
Feel my whiskers on them brush,
bringing on a hot blood rush
and my tongue deeply licking,
bringing on well cummed trickling.
Climb upon me, make my day,
leave me smiling on my way,
while I leave warm memories
deep within your clitoris,
that will have you coming back
for my treatment of your crack.
to an early morning sup;
let me taste those lips of yours
where you'd normally wear drawers
if you weren't now commando,
you above, my face below.
Turn on your knees, come astride,
give my face that special ride.
Feel my whiskers on them brush,
bringing on a hot blood rush
and my tongue deeply licking,
bringing on well cummed trickling.
Climb upon me, make my day,
leave me smiling on my way,
while I leave warm memories
deep within your clitoris,
that will have you coming back
for my treatment of your crack.
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