Butter Up and Swallow

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Step up to the plate, her eyes get big when I enter,

Thick cob in hand, unleashed it from my zipper.

Her hands on this corn, her lips and a mission,

One-on-one showdown, to show me what she’s dishin.

She don’t bite, nah, she ready with finesse,

Throw that fit to the floor, no mess on the dress.

Her eyes wide — she’s ready I bet

Pressure on, but she ain’t breakin’ no sweat.

I’m leanin’ in, holdin’ that stick,

Corn on the cob, but the vibe so slick.

Technique strong, I start to cheer,

When that butter pop — yeah, it’s crystal clear.

Butter up, baby, better earn that crown,

Slide smooth, let me unleash that flavor down.

No teeth, just heat, in the Head Queen zone,

When the butter flow — I wanna hear you moan.

Top off, showstop — she came to compete,

Spins those hands like she workin’ the beat.

Grip game tight, got a champion’s stance,

Every move planned like a well rehearsed dance.

She twirl, she tilt, got ‘em gaspin’ for more,

Gagging and slobbering like daddy’s good little hor.

Not just a game — it’s Olympic class,

With a gold medal drip when the butter blasts.

I lean in close, whisperin’ “Good Girl,”

After I go off giving you that necklace of pearl.

Dripping out of your lips and down your body

All over the place and covering your ta des

On your knees, baby, it’s a show i crave,

Hair pined back, Smooth operator with your technique fave.

Legend status when that golden drop hits,

Head Queen reign — yeah, she always makes it fits.