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The Beach

The time was 3:23 AM
The Place was Saint Simons Island, Georgia
The Location, The Beach.
As me and my lady took a midnight stroll holding hands
The moon takes a picture while our silhouettes develop within the sand.
Passionate waves crash ashore as we begin to kiss,
Then my lovely lady whispers in my ear, "Make love to me."
Like flash I went into action, but controlling myself moving on her slowly,
Sometimes it's good to be the Tortoise instead of the Hare.
Do remember who won?
Lying on my back I tell my lady to Position herself over my face.
By her facial expression I knew she was thinking of
How many licks would it take to get to the center of her tootsie roll?
With pleasure I sucked on that lollipop until her body began to shake
Then she popped cumming off my face.
Sliding herself onto my south pole
Her Christmas stocking still wet
Had me thinking, "How in the world could it be snowing in Georgia,
In the middle of May?" Then reality kicked in, for I knew how and why
Away Dasher, away Comet, no need for Prancer, Cupid, Donner, Rudolf, or Blitzen
All Santa, excuse me, I mean myself needed was this lovely Vixen to be at the head of my sleigh.
And what great head this Vixen gave,
For her mouth washed all my snowflakes away
And all this happened on
The Beach.
Written by ElBaby (E.L.Baby)
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