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Thinking A Head
Zipppp, I set him free
I smile then kneel where he can see
The tip of my tongue meeting him ready
I lick my lips staying steady
In one motion my mouth sucks him whole
I flatten my tongue on his pole
A little hand to ball motion
Lets me taste his homemade lotion
Around and around his shaft I spin
He's my Popsicle made of skin
Horizontal I slide across the tip
I'm eager now for a salty sweet sip
I stare up with my mouthful of him
He grabs my hair as he's on the brim
I open wide as he thrusts
Prepared to swallow as he busts
I smile then kneel where he can see
The tip of my tongue meeting him ready
I lick my lips staying steady
In one motion my mouth sucks him whole
I flatten my tongue on his pole
A little hand to ball motion
Lets me taste his homemade lotion
Around and around his shaft I spin
He's my Popsicle made of skin
Horizontal I slide across the tip
I'm eager now for a salty sweet sip
I stare up with my mouthful of him
He grabs my hair as he's on the brim
I open wide as he thrusts
Prepared to swallow as he busts
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