Tell me, oh tell me

Do you like smut

The thought of a hand

Squeezing your butt

Or slapping it hard

Whilst you're on all fours

Or maybe you like it

When they use their claws

As someone's fingers

Gently go tracing

All over your thighs

Your heart begins racing

Moving closer each time

But with a tease

Leaving you begging

Oh take me now please

The thought of a cock

As you take it inside

Down on your back

Your legs open wide

Feeling the thrust

As it slips and slides

Goes in so deep

You hear your own cries

Maybe you like two

One on your lips

Whilst another behind

Holds onto your hips

As they throb in your mouth

You give a moan

Clench up real tight

Make the one behind groan

Moving together real slow

Finding a rhythm

Will they both cum

And coat you in jism

One on your ass

And over your face

Some of it trickling

Onto your lace

Cleaning it up

Playing and teasing

With eager tongues

Messy and pleasing

Feeling real hot

And tingles aplenty

And thoughts of more

In about twenty