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Aug 2014
She said she preferred
Brown
to
Pink
She cleaned twice a day,
So never did it stink,
I was like a sleeping with a ******
Each and every time
She liked meat,
To taste it,
To fill her,
To plug her tight holes
She would tease with her
Mouth,
Teeth,
Tongue,
Indulging with her lips,
Nearly blocking her air flow
Then she would put
Between her *******,
Up down
Down and up
Her breath upon myself
I moved lower
Felt her juices on my skin
I tasted her nectar
Then we kissed, she tasted her self
Upon my lips
I licked her body
From neck to *******
Then the fun did begin
She arched in pleasure,
Biting her lip
As if this pleasure was a sin,
Then she asked for ******* to begin
Wet like a dripping tap
I plunged it deep
I ****** it in
She moaned, but I the good way
That was the pink satisfied for the moment
She urged
She told me so
So I gently penetrated in
Slowly her nectar flowed
From Above,
To
Down below
Like a ****** she took it in first time
Deeper,
Deeper,
Deeper,
She took it all in, every inch
So tight I nearly ***
But slowly as her fingers soaked
Played down below
We gathered pace,
We were nearly there,
Then i exploded deep with in
As her juices dripped upon my legs
Both in shock from our double ***
We lied on the bed
Smiling
Kissing
Holding
Each other
Gentle kisses before sleep
She liked to feel me in every hole
And as we slept she farted
Spraying my legs with my own ***
I awoke shocked and told her
Turn the other way
**When you've had it up the ***..
Poetic T
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