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Simply Sex

Butterflies n my stomach as I anticipate your touch.
Looking in your eyes I can tell your hungry for my love just as much.

Licking my tongue down your chest to that special place. 
I glance up to see pure xtacy written all over your face.                                                                                    

I finally find what I really want from you, as I suck on your
dick I take pride in paying attention to ur balls too.                                                                                          

I finish my task and u slap me on the ass. 
I hop up on top and guide you down the right path.

Moaning your name is the only sound I make. You know that
making me bust is the goal that is at stake.

I jerk and moan and finish my nut,
then you lay me on my back because its your turn 2 cut.

Finishing your job you pant in satisfaction,
Now we both fall asleep exhausted from the passion.

                                                                                 Simply Sex!


                                                                                 

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