My belt she flips with eager finger flicks.
Her panties rip to the groud she kicks,
thighs whip around my head, she sits.
I lick down limb to personal place, as her luscious lips caressingly
kiss the tip of my thingy.
Her hips swift action steadily raise the rapid panting
she's chanting my name in symphonic praise.
I could do this for days, exploring these tantric waves.
She suddenly arose from her knees, leaning over in a dirty
pose showing that soft place off to me.
So I give a tap to tease, slapped hands to hips as I ease in
deep.
Pillow muffled moans continuously grow in tone through
grinding teeth, with the echoes of the loud, proud sound
of pound on cheeks.
Much trust. I'll leave you flushed when your touched
by this tongue of language lust.
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