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Dream job

by TemporalFugue

If I were a gigolo I'd strive to be the best not like Richard Gere I'd have hair upon my chest The ladies will call I'll service all their needs doing so, enthused and doing so, sans seeds I'd do credit cards and cash but not any guys or dudes building up my money stash bachelorette parties, in the nude Of fame, fortune, and acclaim I'll construct my feminine clientele pleasing, teasing, and squeezing things I'm known to do, so very, fucking well
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TemporalFugue
64 / M
For You?
Written by
TemporalFugue
64 / M
Published
May 17, 2017
Time
1m
Notes

Yeah, sounds like I think I'm god's gift to women. Doubtful, but hey, it's only poetry :D

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#adult#sexy#gigolo#explicit
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