More Than Just a Job

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Your pants, it moves at my touch

at your hardness, I want to clutch

on my knees I look up to your face

you smile at me,  my heart picks up pace

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Frees your button with a pull

now your pants look mighty full

bites my lip and pulls your zipper

I yank them down like a stripper

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straight and hard sticking out

I smile real big no reasons to pout

jutting out long and proud 

never knew you were well endowed

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touches the perfect curve of your tip

takes a short breath and sucks my lip

tracing the lines of your head

pushes you back onto the bed

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between your knees I did slide,

your legs spreading nice and wide

grips your shaft making a fist

leaning down giving it a kiss

 

 

 

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