Painted nails, soft palm

The throbbing shaft it grips

Gently moving up then down

She licks her shining lips

Breathlessly he groans

Her name he softly calls

She strokes his leaking head

Cups his aching balls

Pulls back his foreskin

Tastes his purple head

Lipstick smears his shaft

From her lips so red

Deeper down her throat

Until she writhes and gags

Brown eyes look up at him

As her mouth he shags

Gently squeezing his tight sack

Throes of orgasm, now he screams

A shudder and a grip of her hair

Her mouth filled with his cream.