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Your breath is the match that strikes a flame Your touch is like kindling that starts a fire Your tongue is the fire stoker Your cock is the pump that keeps this fire going All I have to do is think of you in my bed and I'm already wet So many times I have touched myself wishing that it were you As my fingers rub my clit All I can think is it should be your fingers instead of mine I think it should be your cock inside me I know that my mouth's home is around your cock Just picture me on the bed naked waiting for you Me climbing on top of you Me riding you Me salivating to take you into my mouth Me on my knees begging you to fuck me Oh my god! I can feel you now sliding in and out of me I'm so wet that it’s hard to hold you there I just want you to move faster, harder I'm all most there Faster, harder Now I'm on my back My legs are around your waist You are plowing into me Soon the only thing I am conscious of is the warmth of your release on my body The only thing better than you coming Is the thought the soon you'll be coming again That is almost too much to bear. Almost |
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