Glide my tongue across your lips.
For a passionate little kiss.
My hand runs slowly down your side.
Your legs start to open wide.
Then I'll slide a finger inside.
a slow and sensual, slippery glide.
Love the warmness and the wet.
Not all the way...not just yet.
In and out, twist and turn.
Slowly your wetness starts to churn.
Leave my finger and let it linger.
Man, I love to use my finger.
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