1 min
Passion for Wicked Distractions Sweet Honey Love
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- Sexuality
Passion for Wicked Distractions
Umm, the lust I have for a man’s beard
A fetish that creams my pussy, to me not deemed weird
In public I try to deny the urge
Eye contact, now in your bed, my unleashed desires I hungrily purge
If you have a beard or mustache than you’re my fallen guy
I cannot stop this obsession or I refuse to deny
The longer your beard, the better
My p***y juices hanging off like icicles makes me even wetter
Feel so good when your face is between my thighs
Whiskers and the hair strains, marring me, while lapping at my carnal surprise
P***y getting excited on the verge of a thrusting uprise
No medicine found for this
Your beard is a ticket for your dick to punish my slit
A pass for your face to bathe in p***y juices as you’re lapping at my c**t
Have seen a specialist for this
Peeped his package upon entrance...umm, what a long and hard dick
My p***y wet thinking about how he steers his stick
Speaking to me, yet palming his beard
Gapped my legs open on his couch, his beard, my p***y juices did smear
Sat on Santa’s lap and confessed my sins of being naughty
Red suit came off, as he whispered in my ear, I was a Caribbean hottie
Security called and closed down the mall
After hearing Santa’s echoing grunts and serenading calls
I got a hard dick ride for a present, after I licked his ass and gently kissed over his balls
What could I do, where could I find help
One beard, two beards, dick in my ass, mouth coveting the other, tonsils met
Oh God it feel so damn good to have a man’s beard slimming up and down my soft skin
His lips capturing mine, sniffing the essence of me, his wicked edible sin
The feeling exciting me as his tongue slides down my back
Has my body trembling, awaiting a bearded lick and a drooling snack
If you have a beard, oh God, please just stay away
Uncontrolled lust takes over my sanity anytime or any day
Copyright©SHL-2019
Passion for Wicked Distractions
Umm, the lust I have for a man’s beard
A fetish that creams my pussy, to me not deemed weird
In public I try to deny the urge
Eye contact, now in your bed, my unleashed desires I hungrily purge
If you have a beard or mustache than you’re my fallen guy
I cannot stop this obsession or I refuse to deny
The longer your beard, the better
My p***y juices hanging off like icicles makes me even wetter
Feel so good when your face is between my thighs
Whiskers and the hair strains, marring me, while lapping at my carnal surprise
P***y getting excited on the verge of a thrusting uprise
No medicine found for this
Your beard is a ticket for your dick to punish my slit
A pass for your face to bathe in p***y juices as you’re lapping at my c**t
Have seen a specialist for this
Peeped his package upon entrance...umm, what a long and hard dick
My p***y wet thinking about how he steers his stick
Speaking to me, yet palming his beard
Gapped my legs open on his couch, his beard, my p***y juices did smear
Sat on Santa’s lap and confessed my sins of being naughty
Red suit came off, as he whispered in my ear, I was a Caribbean hottie
Security called and closed down the mall
After hearing Santa’s echoing grunts and serenading calls
I got a hard dick ride for a present, after I licked his ass and gently kissed over his balls
What could I do, where could I find help
One beard, two beards, dick in my ass, mouth coveting the other, tonsils met
Oh God it feel so damn good to have a man’s beard slimming up and down my soft skin
His lips capturing mine, sniffing the essence of me, his wicked edible sin
The feeling exciting me as his tongue slides down my back
Has my body trembling, awaiting a bearded lick and a drooling snack
If you have a beard, oh God, please just stay away
Uncontrolled lust takes over my sanity anytime or any day
Copyright©SHL-2019
1 min