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Mama's Home

His tail is wagging, his tongue sagging
He's running in circles, yelping yearning when he hears keys
Turning to my mood swagging
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�Mama's home
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His eyes plead
Did I bring treats? Something sweet to eat?
I'm Domineering in my 6 'inch stilettos and laced pantyhose
Standing 5'9 lookin down the slope of my nose
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HEEL! I shout...
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He puts his wet tongue and snout up against my heel
And slowly licks and sniff up my calf
Mmmm...he's tingling all kinds of sensations �
Cutting my breaths in half
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I catch myself {stay focused, girl}
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I yank on my chain...he winces in pain
But then he smiles because his naughty boy likes the feeling
Of growing into his full manhood
Ohhh! To see the blood rush in real time is a sight indeed
So thick, so aggravated
Soon to be amalgamated in thrusted glory
But not yet, my Pet
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Our Story requires assumed roles
My crotch looms, pole dancing over his face as he's kneeling...
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FETCH!...
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My supplicant buries his face in my blossomed fetish
Damn! The fuckin excellence of that mouth of his!
Warm breath, soft lips and his silken beard
Feeling his way around my manicured lawn as his tongue begins its hunt
Flickering with aggression
Hoping for a 2-minute confession
Suddenly I smack the back of his head
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POW
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'Slow down and take your time' I said
So slowly he fed as I served
My hips began to swerve with the rhythm of his lips �
Tantalizing my nerve endings, sending deep tremors up and down my length
My knees began losing strength, exposing truth �
He lifted me on his shoulders, pinning me high against the front door �
Seeking more proof as his tongue continued to explore �
More of my humid, my hungry core
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I grabbed him by his ears �
Screaming as aching orgasms came gushing down
The flushing me, again and again
I hear him gasp for air, thinking he might drown
In a pool of Mama's moisture
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He hoists me a little higher To get a better angle
Watching my legs dangle, filling Mama with more joy �
Then suddenly
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DOWN BOY!...
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Our eyes meet as he drops me gently to my feet
My hair's a hot mess my make up is worn
Yet I still look at him with such scorn and malice
I pull him fiercely by his phallus and whisper �
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{you naughty boy...what did I tell you about having dessert before dinner?}
But Mama?...Shut Up, sinner!
Now go upstairs and run my bath
Then go in the basement
And get ready for Mama's sweet aftermath