Eyes spy on morning erection,
That's pointing straight at my eyes direction,
While in desired need of stimulated correction
Covers carefully removed,
Lips drool,
For a taste of his white liquid fuel
Lips,
Sip,
On the tip,
Of leaking phallus
As my head bob and weave,
His body awakens in sexual greed,
That soon turns into wanting need
Tasty white clear creamy pre-cum,
Leaks heavenly on tongue,
As soft lips slid on the run,
Down his shaft flesh, that's harder then the steel barrel of a gun
Cheeks become hollow,
While my mouth swallow,
The complete collection,
Of the length of his hard morning erection
Script is flipped
As his erection pushes pass moist plump lips,
Between my wanting hips
His erection thrust are slow and measured,
Giving me the feel of every inch of his shaft pleasure,
While it thrust deep into the wet swell of my pink treasure
Walls clench,
Hard girth flitch
Monday morning moans,
Are soon gone,
As my hips correction,
Of his shaft wrongful direction,
Ends in his creamy white seed ejection,
Into my womb warm reception
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