May 2015
She squeezed his *****
And wasn't it fun
To make that 8 inch *****
Spurt thick, warm, and gooey ***
She said with a grin,
"Yummmm"
And wasn't it fun
To make that 8 inch *****
Spurt thick, warm, and gooey ***
She said with a grin,
"Yummmm"
A poem dedicated to the beauty of the *****
