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Used panties
Used panties
I throw your red lace panties on the chair I'm hungry for your slit, I kneel down between your thighs so I can get my tongue around your throbbing clit
I push your legs over my shoulders, your gorgeous pussy was now in sight, I lower my mouth onto you, I'm desperate to eat you out tonight
You tilt yourself backwards so I can get deep inside your hole, I pushed my tongue in as far as I possibly could, I was digging for your kinky soul
Lapping hard and fucking you with my tongue I was moving my tongue so fast, sipping up every drop of juice not sure how long this juicy bounty was going to last
My beard was soaked in your juice, your taste was so devine, I was love drunk on your nectar, you're by far my favourite delicious sexual wine
Feeding off your pussy my hunger for you was burning like the wildest fire, the sexual heat was built on a most desperate need and a huge amount of sexual desire
You grab me hard by the hair you start to grind your pussy roughly in my face, once my feast of you was over, I wiped my mouth with your used panties made of soft red lace
Ron
I throw your red lace panties on the chair I'm hungry for your slit, I kneel down between your thighs so I can get my tongue around your throbbing clit
I push your legs over my shoulders, your gorgeous pussy was now in sight, I lower my mouth onto you, I'm desperate to eat you out tonight
You tilt yourself backwards so I can get deep inside your hole, I pushed my tongue in as far as I possibly could, I was digging for your kinky soul
Lapping hard and fucking you with my tongue I was moving my tongue so fast, sipping up every drop of juice not sure how long this juicy bounty was going to last
My beard was soaked in your juice, your taste was so devine, I was love drunk on your nectar, you're by far my favourite delicious sexual wine
Feeding off your pussy my hunger for you was burning like the wildest fire, the sexual heat was built on a most desperate need and a huge amount of sexual desire
You grab me hard by the hair you start to grind your pussy roughly in my face, once my feast of you was over, I wiped my mouth with your used panties made of soft red lace
Ron
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