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Aug 2017
I got a chrome coat, so I don’t rust
****, why do you look nonplussed? He cussed
How can you so immensely scorn, not trust?
Believe me.
I’m contently keeping the company warm and buzzed
Until they’re completely stuffed
Just don’t make a fuss,
with intent to harm or bust
Cause it’s no rush
Save for my tense disgusting thrusts
As he discussed the topics, he thought she blushed
Churning and turning from dawn to dusk
The stink of my lust is a crusty musk
Mike Hulstrom
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Mike Hulstrom  20/M/USA
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