Sunday, June 25, 2006

Up In The Tree House

Doing very naughty things to you
High up above the ground
Your knees can barely hold you
While with my mouth I pound
The tree is witness to it all
The leaves rustle in the summer breeze
My throat is tight, my lips are wet
They slide down your cock with ease
You fingers grip the railing tightly
Your head is dizzy with the pleasure
Joy in finding such a kinky playmate
A thing as rare as buried treasure
Never stopping until the need is filled
Drinking in the nectar that I crave
The world goes black, your body slack
As I suck in the pleasure, wave after wave.

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