and let me pull apart the lace,
and with my lips I would replace
them on your pouting pussy.
Come sit my lady and encase,
between your warm thighs sweet embrace,
my ever eager smiling face,
before your pouting pussy.
And your sweet lips I’d gently kiss.
An opportunity I’d not miss
to slip my tongue in the abyss
of your hot pouting pussy.
Upon my face then you would sit,
as my nose nuzzles at your clit,
and I would savour every bit
of your sweet pouting pussy.
My inhibitions I’ve debased,
for it would be a shame to waste
one single solitary taste
of your moist pouting pussy.
My tongue gets put to many uses
as it gladly help produces
lots of hot delicious juices,
from your pouting pussy.
Over my face you are kneeling.
I tongue you hard as you are squealing.
there’s no sight that’s more appealing,
than your pouting pussy.
I don’t mind if you get rough,
and press down with your aching muff,
because I just can’t get enough,
of your wet pouting pussy.
I beg you lady, please succumb.
I reach around and I grip your bum
and delve in deep to lick the cum,
from your delicious pussy.
