Your hand slides down
Your fingers wiggle
I get a sensation
I moan and giggle
Your lips move down
Kisses my nipples
My pleasure meter
Instantly triples
I swirl my hips
In a circular motion
My tongue scours your neck
Your love muscle gets the notion
Your finger enters
I gasp for air
You know what you’re doing
You’re moving with flair
Your will is to please me
You hold it a high regard
You enter your tongue
You’ve make me cum hard
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