Analingus
A little anal therapy before your daily head...
Smile, sexy, let your doubts disintegrate. Peel your pants off, bend down, ‘n grab your knees. Hold on to your need to reciprocate. I got this; ‘cause you deserve to be pleased. Never mind kisses and formalities. Cause this has nothing to do with romance. Thirst drives to our odd commonalities, Easing me into a gluteus trance. Running my fingers over your ass cheeks, Pressing palm-up, I awaken your pod. Lapping and lickin...