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Only For: 18 and Older, Not Easily Offended |
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Your Big Sloppy Kiss
In the kitchen Before the big game I’m getting a beer And closing the frig When I hear you walking Your high heels clicking On the tile Coming into the kitchen You don't wait But right away You say "Hey, lover boy" In your, sexy, silky voice "I’ve got something in mind" And you smile at me standing there Holding a beer in my hand I smile back. I know your face Wearing that look That look you have That sexy smile that says I’m going to do something I’m going to give you something But you’re not coy Making me guess Your knees are already down On the kitchen tile Looking up at me With wide open brown eyes Peeking from behind your long lashes That hide the top of your lids Your face angled up From the floor Undoing my belt Unzipping my fly Pushing me against the counter Pulling my jeans down Just far enough To reach in and pull out My already hardening cock "My, My," you say And look at me with those eyes Your fingers caress along its length Around the top You swirl your palm Then it’s in your mouth Sliding it far past your tongue Taking me all in Clear in, until you almost choke Holding your breath You rock your head, rubbing me good Deeply, along the inside of your throat Your lips kiss me at the base of my cock Gentle teeth on its shaft, up to my balls Holding me, rubbing inside, long as you can You don’t want to breathe But, you have to You pull your head From my cock Gasping, for breath Then just the head’s in your mouth Your tongue licking around my ridge Your lips kissing, sucking, pulling me in You guide my cock on the inside of your cheek On your inner soft Surrounding my dick With your wet mouth On the sensitive end Making me want you Driving me on You tease me, and you slow With your mouth holding me You take your fingers and undo your top Pulling it down, off your shoulders Showing me your tits, your nipples are swelling Letting me know that my hard dick is turning you on I know your look I see it in your brown eyes Your teasing is done You want my cum on your face You move your rhythm faster, more intense You know my throbbing, urging on Your tongue licking the underside The roof of your mouth rubbing the top, pleasing me From my balls the pressure is building up, it’s to strong I can’t hold back my cum, flowing up through me You feel it, you know me, and you know my sound You want my orgasm, to feel my warm stream Your mouth sucking hard to bring it on And when it starts to flow You pull my cock from your mouth Still stroking my shaft Satisfying my spasms You want the pulsing liquid To drench your face Your mouth open, ready to taste The warm cum flows on your lips, your cheeks You feel my wet warmth running down your forehead You’re tongue licking the edge of your mouth, pulling it in You just let it run down your face Some clings to the edge of your lips You open your mouth; I can see your cum covered tongue The white drips down, on your chin, you let it fall to your tits The cream rolls down your cleavage A little strand hangs from your nipple You giggle, and clean your face with your fingers Wiping the cum into your mouth Rolling me around on the inside Before you swallow You are so beautiful, and such a nasty girl! Just look at you, cum’s dripping from your tits Little puddles on your neck and stomach There’s some even in your hair You are such a lovely, lovely, sexy mess I can’t help but to love you. You dirty girl You look at me Wearing that look Your smile. I know your face That look you have That sexy smile that says I’m going to give you a big kiss! I look at my messy faced lover I really love her. She really wants it ‘So what the hell.’ I pull you up in my arms For that big sloppy kiss you want You wanting to be sure I will taste me Inside your mouth .
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