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Ocean Front
Atlantis Yacht Club
Aboard A High wind Ocean Front Fleeter
Later That Evening
Lifting my skirt, mmm... licking over my downy hairs
I leaned back in my office chair
It did not matter who heard my moans in delight, a night of his thrusting passion
Mm... got him feening for kitty back scratching
On this private yacht I do not even care
You let me make such passionate love to your face
Cupping my buttocks, your tongue swimming all up in my honey taste
I had to rip open my blouse, my bra, I quickly lifted
My thighs enclosing the sides of your beaded cheeks gyrating each way the chair shifted
Oh, sweet mercy you had me at 'do you have any panties on'
I glanced down at your groin, lucky me to tame that hard bone
I placed my hand on top of your head
Closing my eyes to anything coherent you may have said
Kissing up my inner thigh
Then a passion mark to let me know you care, my tender heart, you are my sweetest lullaby
Oh, my love, I love when I do not have to ask you, you are just a man, who know what I like
Yes, each stroke of your lustful passion, wrapped around the hardness of your family jewels
Closing my eyes, if I finger myself, knowing you bring my mind, the essence of an orgasmic butter rum gushing pool,
Once his hot mouth covet my perky nipple, logic was overruled, my climax needed to flow
Unzipping his pants, my legs linking around his back, holding onto the edge
His arrogance, his scent, his persona, even with my half-laden eyes filled with desires for him, he still likes to hear me beg
Oh, baby yes, inch-by-inch, mm..hum... gloving his erection, twerking on his girth
He makes this yoni melt
Can you join me in the shower, what...maybe you can see where those rivulets of wine down your I pour
You know you like when I do that, only because you know it would lead from me so much more
Isn't that what that chocolate water you coat my mind with, and you keep me wet when I am slowly easing up and down, mmm... up down on yours
Purrrring
Aboard A High wind Ocean Front Fleeter
Later That Evening
Lifting my skirt, mmm... licking over my downy hairs
I leaned back in my office chair
It did not matter who heard my moans in delight, a night of his thrusting passion
Mm... got him feening for kitty back scratching
On this private yacht I do not even care
You let me make such passionate love to your face
Cupping my buttocks, your tongue swimming all up in my honey taste
I had to rip open my blouse, my bra, I quickly lifted
My thighs enclosing the sides of your beaded cheeks gyrating each way the chair shifted
Oh, sweet mercy you had me at 'do you have any panties on'
I glanced down at your groin, lucky me to tame that hard bone
I placed my hand on top of your head
Closing my eyes to anything coherent you may have said
Kissing up my inner thigh
Then a passion mark to let me know you care, my tender heart, you are my sweetest lullaby
Oh, my love, I love when I do not have to ask you, you are just a man, who know what I like
Yes, each stroke of your lustful passion, wrapped around the hardness of your family jewels
Closing my eyes, if I finger myself, knowing you bring my mind, the essence of an orgasmic butter rum gushing pool,
Once his hot mouth covet my perky nipple, logic was overruled, my climax needed to flow
Unzipping his pants, my legs linking around his back, holding onto the edge
His arrogance, his scent, his persona, even with my half-laden eyes filled with desires for him, he still likes to hear me beg
Oh, baby yes, inch-by-inch, mm..hum... gloving his erection, twerking on his girth
He makes this yoni melt
Can you join me in the shower, what...maybe you can see where those rivulets of wine down your I pour
You know you like when I do that, only because you know it would lead from me so much more
Isn't that what that chocolate water you coat my mind with, and you keep me wet when I am slowly easing up and down, mmm... up down on yours
Purrrring
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