Stood knelt
My arches burning up
ready to rip
Like super high heels
My own foot squishing so much weight on my big toe
My hand is collecting the smell of spit from your skin
My hand gets all in the hairs
Some brown ones longer then the curly ones
Shove it further back uncomfortably in my mouth
I think the gagging makes me sound pretty nasty
My lips are coiled around tight
Your penis is my delight
I need the practise if this kind of thing is worth getting good at
I called you up
We are sitting in your room
You didn’t get me a drink
I just left


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