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Aug 2017
You pull my hair as I slurp on your shaft,
I can feel you relax under my touch,
My mouth is watering now
It is usually rude to talk with your mouth full
But I cant help myself.

All fours on the bed,
you devour me with your eyes,
You tickle my feet and I bite my lip
I can feel your finger touching my moist ****
your thumb rubbing my rosebud.

I **** my fingers to help it along.
No one can stop us now.
You move behind me and you enter
No one could save me now
Second part of the one night stand trilogy, again still finding out if I am good at ****** poetry so any feedback is welcome
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danny  29/M/Melbourne/Ireland
(29/M/Melbourne/Ireland)   
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