Painted nails, soft palm
The throbbing shaft it grips
Gently moving up then down
She licks her shining lips
Breathlessly he groans
Her name he softly calls
She strokes his leaking head
Cups his aching balls
Pulls back his foreskin
Tastes his purple head
Lipstick smears his shaft
From her lips so red
Deeper down her throat
Until she writhes and gags
Brown eyes look up at him
As her mouth he shags
Gently squeezing his tight sack
Throes of orgasm, now he screams
A shudder and a grip of her hair
Her mouth filled with his cream.
