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Sep 9
My Queen your throne awaits you
Come take a seat on my face
You don’t want to be no place else
Climb up on it and make yourself comfortable
You won’t be going anywhere for awhile
After I’m done you won’t feel your legs
You hang my prize above me and out of reach
Teasing me as your juices soak through your *******
I peel them off and pull you down
Don’t try to fight it I’ll make those moans slip out
As I put my mouth on you coaxing out every cry
I don’t care who hears I’m all ears
Ears that are currently being crushed between your thighs
Kissing and licking on your sweet spot
******* on your **** got you clutching my head
Pleasure taking over as you guide me to your destination
Legs shaking with elation
Eyes lidded with glaze
Drunk off your taste as I clean you up
From all the mess you made.
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Taÿpen
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   Scarlet McCall
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