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Originally Posted by cigarbabe Nick8, what's with leaving the song hanging?
cigarbabe  |
Fine. Here you go:
Bucking and thrusting
I'm balls-deep and buried.
Smiling, now scowling
He almost looks worried.
Needing to shoot;
Sweet release that it brings
These are a few of my favorite things.
Butts are clenching,
Tongues are fencing.
And he's on the run.
One more thrust of my hips
He is biting his lips
And yelping, we start to cum.
[Oh, so the end. Told you I could do it, Meniscus]