When down went your soft hand,
Electrified I felt then,
My rocket got ready to land,
Inside your juicy tunnel!
As soon as I you entered,
Heavenly felt I from bottom to top,
All the pleasing and hot moaning were there,
Your soft lips I bit embracing as an anaconda!
You got pleasure more than the sweet pain,
Once my rocket let go the hot, cloudy rain!
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