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Lip Sync
Whoever thought the phrase
"Lip Sync" could sound so sexy,
The ice she brought in tray's
Is on the brink of empty...
I'm lying down without a frown
To watch and wonder,
Why every sound is so profound
As she goes under...
It's such a thrill to feel a chill
Of almost freezing,
When it conceals what starts to fill
From all her teasing...
More up and down then all around
So heat and friction,
Will soak her gown as it drips down
With no restrictions....
And when she's done from all the fun
I grab the bucket,
But just a ton so she can come
To me to suck it...
Terry
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