Control III

Please forgive me for seeming obscene
But your head was so there, and, I mean,
How could I resist
Your gorgeous lips
And Sir's tongue to give puss a spring clean...

*moustique*
A woman of good taste
Should feel pleasure, with haste
And if she be chaste, that is certainly a waste
For she could be cumming all over my face

A thought I have that is fun
You, riding on top of my tongue
Inside you I'd cum, out your slit it will run
As you spread on my mouth, I'll clean off my cum

I have no other purpose, sweet miss
Than giving your puss a sweet kiss
So you can ride that tongue to sweet bliss
I'd lick off some honey, the sweet taste of your cunny
Flip you over and tongue you some more... yummy

It's not even obscene
On my face you shall queen
Every inch of your body, I'll carefully clean
I'd taste your sweet ass, polished slowly with class
And every drop from your aching ravine

You have nothing to fear
As I make love to your rear
Probing with my tongue like a spear
As I enter your slit and press a vibe to your clit
You'll cum till my face is a smear

My face all soaking wet
Is the just reward I'll get
Please hold on tight and don't fret
You can pull on my hair and buck me hard like a mare
And cum many times, no regret

My tongue persistently filling you deep
Exhausted sweet love- soon you can sleep
From you, soon not a drop of my cum will seep
For the real true meaning of this thorough pussy cleaning
Is that I want your satisfied smile to keep


DLK
 
A woman of good taste
Should feel pleasure, with haste
And if she be chaste, that is certainly a waste
For she could be cumming all over my face

A thought I have that is fun
You, riding on top of my tongue
Inside you I'd cum, out your slit it will run
As you spread on my mouth, I'll clean off my cum

I have no other purpose, sweet miss
Than giving your puss a sweet kiss
So you can ride that tongue to sweet bliss
I'd lick off some honey, the sweet taste of your cunny
Flip you over and tongue you some more... yummy

It's not even obscene
On my face you shall queen
Every inch of your body, I'll carefully clean
I'd taste your sweet ass, polished slowly with class
And every drop from your aching ravine

You have nothing to fear
As I make love to your rear
Probing with my tongue like a spear
As I enter your slit and press a vibe to your clit
You'll cum till my face is a smear

My face all soaking wet
Is the just reward I'll get
Please hold on tight and don't fret
You can pull on my hair and buck me hard like a mare
And cum many times, no regret

My tongue persistently filling you deep
Exhausted sweet love- soon you can sleep
From you, soon not a drop of my cum will seep
For the real true meaning of this thorough pussy cleaning
Is that I want your satisfied smile to keep


DLK
Thank you for mansplaining my purpose to me,
And for doing so with the sweet lack of integrity;
I am submissive - but not to a twit,
Who splits his infinitives, talks verbiage...

You dick:
You would not know meaning, if it bit you in bed;
Is Sir's" cum infertile? Your sterile words are dead;
They are unimpressive, delivering the promise
Of a sense of entitlement that seems quite dishonest;
In your crapulous fashion, you are full of the whiff
Of you and your "fine" passion, so: delight in this gif.

*moustique*
 
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Thank you for mansplaining my purpose to me,
And for doing so with the sweet lack of integrity;
I am submissive - but not to a twit,
Who splits his infinitives, talks verbiage...

You dick:
You would not know meaning, if it bit you in bed;
Is Sir's" cum infertile? Your sterile words are dead;
They are unimpressive, delivering the promise
Of a sense of entitlement that seems quite dishonest;
In your crapulous fashion, you are full of the whiff
Of you and your "fine" passion, so: delight in this gif.

*moustique*
Quelle réponse merveilleuse et lyrique. Et en anglais...what a re-butt-al.
 
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