We yanked the other,
In the tit and dick,
And grew bothered,
For we could really tick
Each other off
. I pumped and pushed,
You swirled those hips,
I wooshed,
And smacked my lips,
To your smell.
. I remember as a child how some mornings my mother would be in a brilliant mode. “Do you like that then boy,” I finally broke my silence
We yanked the other,
In the tit and dick,
And grew bothered,
For we could really tick
Each other off
. I pumped and pushed,
You swirled those hips,
I wooshed,
And smacked my lips,
To your smell.
. I remember as a child how some mornings my mother would be in a brilliant mode. “Do you like that then boy,” I finally broke my silence
We yanked the other,
In the tit and dick,
And grew bothered,
For we could really tick
Each other off
. I pumped and pushed,
You swirled those hips,
I wooshed,
And smacked my lips,
To your smell.
. I remember as a child how some mornings my mother would be in a brilliant mode. “Do you like that then boy,” I finally broke my silence
