Prefer2KneelB4Her
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There once was a man from Michigan five-one-seven,
Whose mouth watered wildly for pussy perfection.
He aches for a mid-Michigan Goddess supreme—
To bury his face in her hot, dripping dream,
And drown in her scent till he’s choked with devotion!
(She’d yank his hair hard, hiss “Eyes up, filthy pet—
Sniff deep, taste my power, get soaking wet.”
Her thighs clamp like steel round his desperate ears,
While she grinds her slick folds, smearing honey and tears.
The musk of her arousal floods nose, mouth, and mind—
Salty-sweet nectar he gulps till he’s blind.
“Flatten your tongue, slave—lap every fold,
Suck my swollen clit till I lose control.”
She rides his face ruthless, hips bucking with force,
Flooding his throat in a gushing remorse.
When she explodes with a savage, triumphant roar,
She holds him down longer—demanding encore.
Then, drenched and defeated, he gasps at her feet:
“Thank You, my Queen, for this exquisite treat.”
She smirks, wipes her slick from his chin with disdain:
“Good boy. Now beg louder—I’ll use you again.”)
Whose mouth watered wildly for pussy perfection.
He aches for a mid-Michigan Goddess supreme—
To bury his face in her hot, dripping dream,
And drown in her scent till he’s choked with devotion!
(She’d yank his hair hard, hiss “Eyes up, filthy pet—
Sniff deep, taste my power, get soaking wet.”
Her thighs clamp like steel round his desperate ears,
While she grinds her slick folds, smearing honey and tears.
The musk of her arousal floods nose, mouth, and mind—
Salty-sweet nectar he gulps till he’s blind.
“Flatten your tongue, slave—lap every fold,
Suck my swollen clit till I lose control.”
She rides his face ruthless, hips bucking with force,
Flooding his throat in a gushing remorse.
When she explodes with a savage, triumphant roar,
She holds him down longer—demanding encore.
Then, drenched and defeated, he gasps at her feet:
“Thank You, my Queen, for this exquisite treat.”
She smirks, wipes her slick from his chin with disdain:
“Good boy. Now beg louder—I’ll use you again.”)
