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Mess

First he demanded I force him on the bed.

He said don’t dare relent till he’s fully spent.

So I start by removing all of his clothes,

kiss and bite him all over, so very slow.

 

Then he makes me bind both his hands tight,

orders a satin scarf to blind his eyes.

Next I gently bite his neck on both sides,

stirred on even more by his ****** cries.

 

My tongue wants to lick him just where he likes,

he trembles and shakes as I lick him up right.

He’s hard and tasty, I tease him till I’m sore;

**** and stop, he can’t take it, and begs for more.

 

My mouth is so warm, he’s slippery wet.

I take it, and smother my throat in the mess;

and after he’s been pushed so close to the edge,

he rapidly pounds my mouth till the end.

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katnobody
Published
Sep 21, 2017
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