MadAxeman
Posts: 4171
Joined: 8/28/2008 From: UK Status: offline
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My First Blow Job Mirror, mirror on the wall, Should I really shave my balls? If I don't, she'll surely bitch Does she care how much I'll itch? Take the razor and lather up, Gawd that bitch is so corrupt Don't she care that I could slip? Shave my balls, and cut off my dick? Easy now, hands don't shake, She'll call me "Stumpy" with one mistake, Pubes in her teeth she really can't bear, If I want some head ~ get ridda the hair. So I shave my balls all nice and slick, Did it up nice, without one nic! "Feel 'em baby, they're so smooth!" "Take off your clothes - get in the groove!" She looks at me from our little bed, "I'm sleepy, Baby, ain't givin no head!" She rolls on over, and gives me her back, I'm so pissed off, I'm about to crack! Next day ~ its breakfast in the bed, There must be someway to get some head, My balls are now like a round smooth egg I know what, tonight I'll beg. At 10 PM sharp, a candle I light To be finally blown is tonight my plight Satin sheets, soft music and wine If I play my cards right, on my dick she will dine. I now start to beg, Oh darling Please I'll be your best friend if you get on your knees I did what you said, I am smooth as glass I now want your mouth, not your Puss or your ass It starts to itch like mad, but what the hell It'll be all worth it if she dries up my well She says wait a minute, you'll get your way before long I thought I'd cum on the spot, as she peeled off her thong She went to the bathroom, came back soon with a grin She opened her mouth and I slid my way in I was finally in heaven, I was happy as can be How was I to know what would soon happen to me The itch turned to burn, the burn turned to pain The pain became agony, what was to blame? It wasn't her teeth, it wasn't her bite Then I found out what kept me in pain all that night You see my friends I now have something to share A word of wisdom from a guy who's been there If she persuades you to shave your balls, real close to the vest Don't let her mask the taste, with a mouthful of crest.
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