"What other games in bed are there to play?"
She asks as she sits down upon his face;
Then giggles, as his tongue begins to trace
The way within her crevice on display;
It's wet, but needs a tongue; she rides him hard;
And grinds her pussy up and down; she's keen
For fingers to be pressed in; she may scream
To feel her 'clit' caressed; she will reward
Him, in another game, when she's pressed down
To lick a cock and balls; and sweetly suck
Him, as she rides his lips and teeth; she's read
The entertaining rules: they go to town
Until she wants to squeal coarsely: "Oh, fuck",
Delighted by new games when they're in bed.
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