Work For You

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You're always wet. I wonder how you're not dehydrated.

You always spread your legs for me and you don't close them until you're fully sated.

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Having a girl can be like having a job, but I've always loved working,

Catering to all your sexy needs, shopping, eating, loving your inner beast that's always lurking.

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When you're horny you don't always let me know, but if you do, there can be no doubt of your mood.

You set your traps for me with subtle looks, dirty lingerie, or plainly walk up to me in the nude.

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And fuck how you get me hard, your man can never look away when you creep up on me like that,

Shaven, wet and naked, smirking like the Cheshire Cat.

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I'll be on the couch, writing my dumb stories, reading my books, when you walk in sexy as sin and straddle my lap,

You ask me huskily, 'what are you doing?', and I murmur back as you kiss me, 'I'm about to give this booty a tap.'

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You chuckle at that, but then grind against me, loving the way my hand falls to said ass,

You whisper in my ear, 'let's fuck', and fuck me if I don't love it when you're being crass.

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I kiss you back while your hands work on my belt buckle,

You slip your hands into my pants, make me groan as you lips attach to my neck and begins to suckle.

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And as you slip off my lap to give me a blow, I take off my shirt,

Since I know when I get you down beneath me and cum inside you, you can't help but generously squirt,

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I guide your head, but baby you already know exactly what you're doing,

So instead I sit back, swipe your hair away and enjoy the amazing viewing,

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I always have to tell you to stop, otherwise you'd continue till the day you suck the last drop out of me,

You love sucking your man's cock, don't you? Don't worry, I already know, it's there on your face for me to see.

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You get up off the floor and get back onto my lap, helping me roll the condom on that you just 'happened' to have in your bra,

You sit down on top of me, and then I smirk, the only warning you get before I thrust up, making you go, 'ah!'

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From thereon it's fucking till you can't sit up anymore, then I tip you over the couch and fuck that pussy till it weeps,

I like coloring your ass red while I'm back there as well, giving you a souvenir of our little fuck session - there you go, yours for keeps.

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When all is said and done, and we're both panting from our climaxes, I like to lean in, kiss you and give you a little smirk,

To thank you for reminding me in the best way possible, of why I love to work.

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