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Apr 2014
I had watched her walk nightly
along the promenade for weeks,
the swing of her sweet-hips,
the twirl of her pretty-hair
was
thrilling &
it was killing me
not take her down
the first time.

Her warm flow was my desire
& when I finally
grew the weakest,
I took her,
all of her,
held,
squeezed
her body next to mine
& ****** lustfully,
swallowed every drop
of her delicious core.

The marks I left
on her delicate neck
proved
my vampire-moment....

Yesssss,
she was hot,
so very tasty!
Jonny Angel
Written by
Jonny Angel  GRB090423
(GRB090423)   
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   ---, R, TigerEyes, --- and Dianna
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