Satan’s sweltering tongue running down your back.
I see your hand on my ball sack.
How you grab and stroke my meat!
You run your tongue along your teeth
I reach down, your lips I strum
Oh Doll, how I want to soak these with my cum.
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Satan’s sweltering tongue running down your back.
I see your hand on my ball sack.
How you grab and stroke my meat!
You run your tongue along your teeth
I reach down, your lips I strum
Oh Doll, how I want to soak these with my cum.