Why you playing around
Like I cant make you cum
Im standing, you upside down
With the top of your forehead to the ground
So you can bust some
What you cant handle; my tongue is the one
Make you yell then scream
As you hold in hand the carpet to grab
How my tongue feel and to you seem
That your ass I smack
Feels no better than My Tongue Down Deep
Inside that I lick out the cream
Lay down on the bed
I want to then give the best head
So you can grab my neck
Then push down so I can
Lick the cum off your sweet, juicy lips
As your nipples erect
Licking down anything to have you dripping wet
Grab more than the sheets
More like the board of the head
Make you do more than
Just grab and clinch up
Bite with your teeth on pillows
Ripping throught the sheets and stuff
No more matress, just springs and fluff
If I knew the tongue work
Was going to cause all of that
I woulnt ask for a twerk
Not even a dance of lap
But a relationship, so continously
I can make your pussy would squirt
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
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