Lying there toned and new, Brown eyes fixed relaxed—subdued,
Nicely trimmed both hair and patch, never touched, her gift attached,
Warming bread with my hot butter, thrusting hips begin to futter,
Rapid surges in your pit, as my fingers massage your clit,
Your hips batter mine above, sending out your moans of love,
Hands on shoulders, bearing down, wrapping legs all around,
Parting lips connect with mine, tongues together and entwine,
Hot juices overflow; saturate legs and sheets below,
Scorching fire in your cup, pleading me to fill you up,
Profound fire in my bone, sending cum to your home,
You've bestowed the perfect gift, any groom could not resist
