What The Lady Wants

As I enter you house there you are waiting for me
You lie on you bed with your legs spread
Touching your personal place and playing with your tits
I fall to my knee with word unsaid
My tongue duty is elsewhere
It heads there with unwavering determination
It lick and caresses in and out of you juice little softness
Up and down and around
Then it centres on your personal place
Licking it, sucking it
It never stop touching it
I hear your screams of pleasure
As my tongue is in you
Wave upon wave of pleasure washes over you
Yet I never stop for I love to see the sex glow flow over you
as you surrender to your pleasure

 

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