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Oct 2016
Such a simple thing to seeme like perfection
Just the thought of your moans causing my *******.
Oh how I'd wish you'd be here for me to ****
I'd push you down to your knees and make you ****.
A fistful of your hair, as I **** your face
Your gagging moans making my hear race.

And when you'd finally swallowed like a good little *****
I'd make you stay on your knees and beg for more.
I'd push you onto your back and take off your bra
And see the sight that's the most perfect by far.
I'd **** your **** and look down at my toy
Who only exists for me to enjoy.

Then I'd finally give your ***** some care
As I know you'd be ready to be ****** then and there
I'd spread your legs, and I'd stroke your thighs
Then ****** into your ***** and hear your cries.
Your nails would dig, into my back
As I ****** you until your body went slack
Then I'd *** into your tight little hole
And take all the kisses I haven't yet stole.
The Last Wordsmith
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The Last Wordsmith  New Zealand
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