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This morning we lay in bed,
Snuggling and talking ahead.
My hand strayed to his cock,
A familiar feeling, like a clock.

I stroked him slow and gentle,
Until he chuckled, a bit mental.
He asked where I wanted him to cum,
And I said on my tits, just for fun.

I love seeing it come out,
A view that makes me shout.
He shifted to kneel on the bed,
So I could see it land on my chest ahead.

I love how his balls are all tight and wrinkled
His legs open, so powerful and sprinkled.
His cock still hard but starting to dip,
A droplet of cum lingering at the tip.

It makes me want to reach up and take him back in mouth.
Suck him again and again till my mouth ache.
I want to taste him and smell him again,
To breathe him in and feel his scent, amen.

I want to sink down and rest my head
on his thigh and push my nose into that
at the side of his cock where it meets his balls
and breathe him in, the stinky fragrance.

I know just what he smells like there
and I want to bottle it and spray it all over myself.
It makes me want to lay spread-eagled beneath him
and beg him to do dirty things to me.

It makes me want to suck and fuck
and have him cover me in his jizz.
It fills me with lust and need
and makes me horny, increasing my greed.

It makes my mouth water and my pussy wet.
as if speaking directly to the slut in me, no regret.
and what it says is thoroughly filthy and nasty to state.
and I am completely and utterly in love with it.