I wish that I could only see
The real you, not a memory.
My hope is for a union still
With bodies high on sexual thrill.
Your tongue will dance on throbbing clit
And then rim ass a little bit.
Your fingers in my cunt so wet
Will make those slurpy sounds I bet.
Then in my ass slip finger wet
And then another till I get
That full erotic sexual runt
That mimics fingers in my cunt.
Your fingers rhythm out and in
With juices dripping off your chin.
Then insert tongue.and remove fingers.
I love it when your rolled tongue lingers
In my ass hole, have your fun.
And fuck my ass until I cum.
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