2 Rounds

You tempt me to do what perverse minds have done
And when we  do it seems and feels moral
Trying new things that give the same outcome,
flip the script, give me oral
The way your lips are wet, and pressed up against my others
soft moans of pleasure dinner for 2 (69) is what we'll have for supper
We both open wide I spit on it then slide, my hand up & down your shaft
I spit, and kiss, and suck this like an icicle
Round two, I promise I'm gonna ride it like a bicycle
You suck and lick, my lips, my clit, and both hands squeeze my ass.
You bite and you nibble, I cum, you leave me crippled, and soon after I'm craving more
I like it you love it, cloud nine were above it we stay close, hands intertwined, still allured


round two approches We reach fourth base
Slide your dick inside home, I score, you're safe
Yu hit it from the back, every thrust an extra point.
My screams get louder and faster, you leave me weak in the joints.
Your dick so rock hard, my pussy dripping wet
We fall to the ground, I take control and get
On top of you, and cowgirl like a pro
Love making music, I ride with the flow
Adrenaline rush, pleasure possesses
Liquid squirts out, we lay down and drown in both messes