You seem so prim,
so proper
on the outside,
sweet & sugarcoated,
yummy.
You float around the room
like a sweet butterfly,
everybody just loves
your pretty innocence.
But behind closed doors,
you're downright vixenish,
not really rude,
but crude,
the kind of crude
that makes a man blush.
Shhhhhh,
hush,
I'm not in a rush......
that's it....
ride.....
right there....
uuuuuhh,
O Darling push,
make my face turn red!
Dec 17, 2013
Dec 17, 2013 at 5:52 PM UTC
You seem so prim,
so proper
on the outside,
sweet & sugarcoated,
yummy.
You float around the room
like a sweet butterfly,
everybody just loves
your pretty innocence.
But behind closed doors,
you're downright vixenish,
not really rude,
but crude,
the kind of crude
that makes a man blush.
Shhhhhh,
hush,
I'm not in a rush......
that's it....
ride.....
right there....
uuuuuhh,
O Darling push,
make my face turn red!
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