"Dickmatized
His lower anatomy has gotten the best of me
Since he let the floodgates open I can barely see or focus
Just the thought of his touch has me open or opening my legs
To push his head in between
This shit feels so good I just want to scream
My name and his
As he handles his biz
Like the wiz that he is or has to be
The way he handles my body with precision and quite tactfully
Like someone gave him a map of my spots
Watching him indulge himself in my box has me hot
Like I'm on fire or have a fever but it wasn't either
His big penis gliding in and out like a meat clever
Long at the top wide at the base
I got chills as I licked my cum of his face
And didn't leave a trace
Although it has no taste he says it's sweet
As he continues to eat my fuzzy peach
As if he has no teeth
And was chewing on some gristle
Oh he's so official
Damn where's my whistle
I want to feel his missile inside of me
So he can take me to ecstasy quite effortlessly
I'm a gee or so I thought
But I lost this battle I barely fought
I just laid there loving it trying to take it all in
I had no wins from the beginning to the end
Damn how could something that feels this good be a sin
By MsChar"
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