Her Waking Tongue

To his delight, her waking tongue displays,
A cleverness all of its very own,
He'll face-fuck her for all the wicked ways
Her loving, licking flicks, first make him groan;
Then, tangled in her hair, his hands will hold
Her head against his groin until, at last,
He'll note she has been blessed and cannot scold,
With her mouth filled with semen, as he clasps
The top knot of her hair and brings her close:
His hand jammed in her cunt. You'll see the trace
Of come oozing from lips now in repose,
The good girl opens up, so he can place
The sex-toy that she'd fucked so hard last night,
Against her waking tongue, to his delight.