Sit on my face

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Who's really in control here?
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Don't think that it's submission
This position
It's not inferior
With my hands on your posterior
I'm in control
In this role
Your hips
Above my lips
A playful smack might please me
When you tease me
But the point is pleasure, slowly extracted
Your shivers, gently protracted
Growing steady
'Til you're ready
To let go
But no
My grip is firm
And as you squirm
I hold you tight and suck
While your hips buck
Until your moans turn into screaming
The liquid of your passion streaming
Down onto my chest
I like this moment best
To lay you down supine
And make you mine.

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