For this twenty-third time, still wickedly pounding
As move up your lover for some gentle kissing
While reaching for comfort yet something is missing
As you murmur to her for a pleasing rounding

She obeys your command and turns around to place
Slowly descending you from your neck to your mound
I can't believe my luck as I see the background
Feeling the wet effect of her tongue with a pace

So I quicken my thrusts as I feel desire
That we release in time of sharing this great load
As I spurt inside you and you moan wetness code

Falling down besides you with kissing require
As your lover gives kiss as a final goodbye
And we both decide faith that we'll leave this place, sigh!