Ode to Terry
Working with her was really tough, she was married and so was I.
Terry, Terry, Oh My sweet Terry, In your pussy so warm and furry, It’s my face I’d like to bury, My God I’m in such a hurry, But darling please do not fret, I’ll always get you good and wet, I’ll lick you slow and very gentle, I’d love to put you on my mantel, Your luscious thighs would be my table, Your pussy will be my diet staple, My tongue would softly massage your clit, I’ll lick it till you screamed, Please Quit, Yo...