Dizzy Sixty Nine
She agreed I knew the position smelt,
Assured we grappled at each others pelt
I got the iced cup to crack and melt
And she enlivened hardness I felt.
On top she fans her awakened lust
Down under I mouth the dripping thrust
Grounded to roll and infuriate the crust
Gurgles and suckles become a must.
We break the barriers to flood and tame;
Realigned numbers play the matching game.
Copyright © Jai Garg | Year Posted 2009
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