Passion for Wicked Distractions

Umm, the lust I have for a man’s beard   

A fetish that creams my pussy, to me not deemed weird   

In public I try to deny the urge   

Eye contact, now in your bed, my unleashed desires I hungrily purge   

 

If you have a beard or mustache than you’re my fallen guy   

I cannot stop this obsession or I refuse to deny   

The longer your beard, the better   

My pussy juices hanging off like icicles makes me even wetter   

 

Feel so good when your face is between my thighs   

Whiskers and the hair strains, marring me, while lapping at my carnal surprise   

Pussy getting excited on the verge of a thrusting uprise   

 

No medicine found for this   

Your beard is a ticket for your dick to punish my slit   

A pass for your face to bathe in pussy juices as you’re lapping at my clit   

Have seen a specialist for this   

Peeped his package upon entrance...umm, what a long and hard dick   

My pussy wet thinking about how he steers his stick   

 

Speaking to me, yet palming his beard   

Gapped my legs open on his couch, his beard, my pussy juices did smear   

Sat on Santa’s lap and confessed my sins of being naughty   

Red suit came off, as he whispered in my ear, I was a Caribbean  hottie   

Security called and closed down the mall   

After hearing Santa’s echoing grunts and serenading calls   

I got a hard dick ride for a present, after I licked his ass and gently kissed over his balls   

What could I do, where could I find help   

One beard, two beards, dick in my ass, mouth coveting the other, tonsils met   

 

Oh God it feel so damn good to have a man’s beard slimming up and down my soft skin   

His lips capturing mine, sniffing the essence of me, his wicked edible sin   

The feeling exciting me as his tongue slides down my back   

Has my body trembling, awaiting a bearded lick and a drooling snack   

 

If you have a beard, oh God, please just stay away   

Uncontrolled lust takes over my sanity anytime or any day   

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