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p***s breath, a lover's dread, Is what you get when you give head.
Unpleasant as it tends to be, Be grateful that he doesn't pee.
It's times like this, you wonder why, You bothered reaching for his fly.
But it's too late, can't be a tease, Accept the facts, get on your knees.
You know you've got a job to do, So open wide and shove it through,
Lick the tip then take it all. Don't drag your teeth or he might bawl.
Slide up and down, use your tongue. And feel the precum start to run,
Your jaw it aches, your neck is numb, So when the hell's he gonna c**?
Just, when you can't take anymore, You hear your lover's mighty roar.
And when he hits that real high note, You feel it oozing down your throat.
Salty, fishy, sticky stuff, Okay already, that's enough.
Let's switch you say, before you gag, And what revenge, you're on the rag!
 SynthetikXtasy · Sun Jan 25, 2009 @ 08:35pm · 0 Comments |
