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Like flowers to the bees, sweet honey between those knees.
Raw ******* it from the back as she screams
You’re hitting my spot
She came on my ****
**** her nectar off my ****
Now *******, floor to feet
wet wild ***** sliding with obsession
******* with aggression
She declares
I love your ****
Licks her hand
Grabs my *****
Now her personal possession.
Her next command, I don’t question
In deep thought as she gave me *******.
She was a baddie, so I scolded her taught her a lesson, busted in her mouth end of session.
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Michael A Pettigrew  38/M
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