RabLani
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After he's begged for it, of course... He begs for me to sit upon his face I pause and make him beg some more, before I dain a little closer then to place My melon orbs for which he groans so sore. Yet still he pleads for this his greatest grace And starts to weep as I in smiles ignore Then close enough for kiss to interlace With prayers as he continues to implore. And now I gasp to feel his breath so hot Against my womanhood like liquid fire I know it’s time to grant his deep desire And slowly sink to smother him so not A sound from muffled mouth his captive tongue Now finds that it’s for other labour hung.
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