Hush pretty baby, don’t you sigh,
While I’m kneeling, down by your thigh.

You could if you want, start to sing,
As I rub your skin with my moist wet thing.

And when my tool gets slick as glass,
You could turn over and show me your ass.

I'd then have to hurry, just a little bit,
And slip it in, while it’s good and slick,

If I didn't hurry it might soon blow,
And shower your skin with creamy white snow.

And if I did that, you'd have to face me again,
And my sticky ol’ cock suck it right in.

Clean-up required and, if you please,
I'll start kissing your lips, licking down to your knees.

Then give me some time to recuperate,
And feed me your pussy since I haven’t ate.