Eyes are lit up, cheeks are chuckling For I see him, not a frequent I try to speak but his lips gently silent mine
So deep his tongue goes, as we now are French His hands softly travels around my body But there be lots of fabric obstruction So off they go, like the day I was born I am The kissing hits that switch, hungry I become Him? Oh yes! For the little man is awake
His hands on my pawpaw shaped twin beauties
He Squeezes, pinches, kisses, Oh! I moan Then he wants the milk so he sucks, mad I get Its not yet a river down, but he loves it anyway With a properly lubricated finger, he slides down
Into my hall of expectations, faster and harder Now the little man is eager, but the finger refuses At this point the wetness hasn’t arrived So the watery tongue sets in, ready to munch Leaving no juices untasted it soars The tongue and finger on duty, the man awaits Harder he is, me! Moaning in ecstasy ...