...the bouncy thatch
of my ***** hair
beneath my
purple cotton *******
flatten your
sweet palm firmly
against my
eager, wanting public bone,
pressing perfectly as
I quiver.
and I shiver,
and just lay there,
and let you
feeeeeeeeeel me
forever and ever,
Amen.
Sep 25, 2020
Sep 25, 2020 at 6:09 PM UTC
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