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On my mind
On my mind
A house full of friends and family but it's like I'm on own, all I can think about is the Goddess on my phone
People are laughing and chatting the party drinks are lin full flow, but I'm not really there I wish that that I could go
I want to drift off and be with you, wrapped tightly I'm your arms, sharing gentle kisses, being captivated by your charms
Drinking from your sacred place, sipping your sweet wine, lapping up every drop, your pussy's so devine
Sucking on your nipples, feeling your nails clawing at my skin, both leaving bite marks, to reward our night of sin
Pushing my shaft past painted lips, until my balls rest upon your chin, withdrawing it so you can lick the tip, then pushing it back in
I wish I was there with you instead of with my family and friends, I can't wait to dream of you the second this party evening ends
Ron
A house full of friends and family but it's like I'm on own, all I can think about is the Goddess on my phone
People are laughing and chatting the party drinks are lin full flow, but I'm not really there I wish that that I could go
I want to drift off and be with you, wrapped tightly I'm your arms, sharing gentle kisses, being captivated by your charms
Drinking from your sacred place, sipping your sweet wine, lapping up every drop, your pussy's so devine
Sucking on your nipples, feeling your nails clawing at my skin, both leaving bite marks, to reward our night of sin
Pushing my shaft past painted lips, until my balls rest upon your chin, withdrawing it so you can lick the tip, then pushing it back in
I wish I was there with you instead of with my family and friends, I can't wait to dream of you the second this party evening ends
Ron
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