Thick red lips moving up and down On a hard throbbing erection Sternly querying eyes seem to wonder When are you going to shoot? You can only softly whisper: "I'm sorry, mom, but not yet." Her head starts bouncing faster The rhythm stays steady Your mother is staring at you But it still isn't the time Whenever you will fire Your mother will be ready Don't you
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