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Click hereMy thighs are aching for you
To slip in between
You insert an eager finger
Pulling out to show the gleam
We haven't got a vibrator,
Will your fingers do?
The press of your hand's heel
Against my pubic bone too?
Hey, is that the new Mach III
Sitting over on your desk?
I think it should do
Remove the blade to avoid a mess
These pulses are sending me
Into squirms of delight
You whip out your cock
At this glorious sight
You push yourself in
Right down to the hilt
I caress your washboard stomach
And your arms nicely built
You start pumping slowly
Adding sporadic bouts of speed
With my tongue hanging out
I beg for your seed
You pull out your cock
And bring it close to my lips
I hold your vibrating razor
Between my swiveling hips
"Do you like that, Baby?"
I ask, flicking my tongue
I tell you, "I want it"
And add, "God, you're hung!"
You let out a moan
Throes of passion you can't sustain
We gyrate in unison
And lay as lions freshly slain.