I knew a lass - of twenty-four,
Thirteen thereafter, twelve before.
But she was special; this is why.
Her greatest pleasure, greatest high
Came when I licked and also sucked.
Of course, she loved it when we fucked,
But she liked best to feel my tongue.
I was surprised, I was still young,
But loved to do it, did my best.
My face pressed to that juicy nest
Between her thighs. I loved the taste!
My arms around her, 'round her waist,
Held close her twitching hips. She moaned,
She came, she gasped, I lapped and groaned!
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