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We keep coming together, you killing me, it's a dead heat. *** so good, we can hardly speak. Climbing on top, she's reaching her peak. Skirt no ******* she hide, I seek. Ready or not, here she **** and I practice what I preach. Locked myself inside her, finders keep. If the meek inherits her world, I guess that makes me weak.
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Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
Quickie
tattooed girl hello kitty in need of a purge she **** first in the whip me with a wet noodle pain Olympics her fruit launcher like a summer papaya ***** gush kissey squirts candy crush all gobbledygoo and lickyfu ooow she swayed to the whip back crack her torso bent heaven sent dipped in hot *** and laughing lady sauce she squealed for bok choy eel **** and slippy toy **** buttered waffles and gummy worms lime and cherry ***** with candy sperms you can find her in the bend over den eating puffer fish so very Zen toes gooey wet spread on a cot oh so high **** and squat ******* baby tied in a knot **** bobba bubble and chrysanthemum tea nut scented black beer and milk pearl *** its the end of the line ready to dine get the gag flex the spine face to the ground feet to the sky held like a dove ***** splash cry
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Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 12:16 PM UTC
*THE FUKFU BAR SHABARI STAR...Ero ****
when i want inspiration to write poetry i watch a heaving tempest of kisses they have a better flavor than cooking shows what's prettier than pretty pretty in pigtails shaking her delicious derriere whipped Soufflé? i'm kissing butter princess witchy ****  spread lickity splits eating her with a big wide **** eating grin like an open face dagwood whats more poetic than that hopeful glaring of Adonis's plumper in paradise filling Cleopatra's slathered meringue? ga-ga-ga-gag me, daddy merciless, pa-leazze fluttered big wet talking eyes like pools of blue honey getting it zigged zagged hard against a redraw mouth throttling fluted gullet while eager throat gasps a symphonic music of the spheres in relentless staccato chokes lovin her big devil **** splashing all gym built wonder-boy a litter of ****** and tongues licking pig greedy rapturous milkshake waterfalls whimpering mmmmmm oooh big daddy oh my ****** god pillar of colossus you Tunisian donut you pierce me like a spoon through summer guava who screams like that eating lunch but a half ate apricot? better than a football game I'd rather take her greek more fun than math or small talk preferable to a pat on the back at work or a ridged procession at a funeral oh beautiful dark fig squatting crotch candy bubbling tapioca *** queen of spun sugar ****  all pyrotechnics and fluttering sinews if you asked most do they watch **** they'd grow smug like a senator or punch you in the mouth outwardly high-minded refusing the blessing of a video **** parade of pirouetting vaginas and glistening areolas for the glory of the secret ************ ceremony the *** moralists only good for a secret ****** living their lives with passions submerged and nothing to confess except for guilty offerings as they wander through dreamland shopping malls wanting to know Victorias ***** little secret seduced but not caressed by a mouthpiece for castrated dreams
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Jun 5, 2018
Jun 5, 2018 at 4:05 PM UTC
****
when i want inspiration to write poetry i watch a heaving tempest of kisses they have a better flavor than cooking shows what's prettier than pretty pretty in pigtails shaking her delicious derriere whipped Soufflé? i'm kissing butter princess witchy ****  spread lickity splits eating her with a big wide **** eating grin like an open face dagwood whats more poetic than that hopeful glaring of Adonis's plumper in paradise filling Cleopatra's slathered meringue? ga-ga-ga-gag me, daddy merciless, pa-leazze fluttered big wet talking eyes like pools of blue honey getting it zigged zagged hard against a redraw mouth throttling fluted gullet while eager throat gasps a symphonic music of the spheres in relentless staccato chokes lovin her big devil **** splashing all gym built wonder-boy a litter of ****** and tongues licking pig greedy rapturous milkshake waterfalls whimpering mmmmmm oooh big daddy oh my ****** god pillar of colossus you Tunisian donut you pierce me like a spoon through summer guava who screams like that eating lunch but a half ate apricot? better than a football game I'd rather take her greek more fun than math or small talk preferable to a pat on the back at work or a ridged procession at a funeral oh beautiful dark fig squatting crotch candy bubbling tapioca *** queen of spun sugar ****  all pyrotechnics and fluttering sinews if you asked most do they watch **** they'd grow smug like a senator or punch you in the mouth outwardly high-minded refusing the blessing of a video **** parade of pirouetting vaginas and glistening areolas for the glory of the secret ************ ceremony the *** moralists only good for a secret ****** living their lives with passions submerged and nothing to confess except for guilty offerings as they wander through dreamland shopping malls wanting to know Victorias ***** little secret seduced but not caressed by a mouthpiece for castrated dreams
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All I want to do is stick my **** in a ***** deep and warm, juices gush around me I want to make her moan and squeal a slippery squeeze I wanna feel push in my ***** and spill against her wall she gasps and **** we’re spent, I fall but I don’t have a ***** ):
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Jun 21, 2016
Jun 21, 2016 at 2:08 PM UTC
****** Frustration
***** moisten, ******* wet. Petite round **** ******* swollen stiff. **** hard and fully ***** his girth is thick. Long length, curved at the tip; tight fit. Silk boxers on the floor, ******* next. Naked bodies, both so magnificent. Slippery, silky smooth tongue slid, up and down her slit. Lips pressing her hood. Under it, her exposed clit, glistens with spit, Hot breath and warm licks encircling her tip. She's rolling her hips, to the beat of the tongue licking it. Fingers gripping her long ******* pink. Twisting her nips, then pinched squeezing them numb, between his fingers and thumb. her moans, turned high pitched Tongue flicking, ******* as he rubs, She tugs on his pulsating Dick. Waves of pleasure whip through his core, ending at his tip. Just as quick, ******* rip, through her thick hips; As he cums. Her tension shifts, from her stomach, to the core of her hips. Her creamy silk liquid drips, fluids flowing, fingers sliding, between her ***** lips. He licks his lips clean, cleaning off her salty drips. Body frozen stiff, She's shuddering; spasms of orgasms, riveting her hips. He lays at her side, her wild side subsides, she's relishing the fix.
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Oct 6, 2014
Oct 6, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
Ecstasy (Explicit)
Apple bottom ******* I take time for snitches Stitches for fourth degree burns I’ll meet you in the ditches The trenches The sneakers The benches For tweakers Let’s be family on the further side Of normal Let’s be ******** on the closer side Of formal I rhyme when it comes to me I shine when she **** to me
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Oct 24, 2013
Oct 24, 2013 at 1:25 PM UTC
Innapro-pro
It's okay If you don't have a man Just use your vibrators and ***** The best you can! Ben wa ***** And your fingers too Will make you exclaim, "Phew" Tired you may be When your ****** **** so Orgasmically!
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
To The Ladies Without A Man
My tongue be rubbing all over your **** Then the rest of that ***** I kiss, That morning bliss, I wanna lick on her until she **** Where you going don't you run, Your juices is what I want, I wanna feel you and taste you, Breakfast,lunch,dinner and dessert. You're the only thing I have a appetite for, You got the recipe for whatever I need, No need to beg nor plead, But you're the only thing I wanna eat, My favorite thing to eat and please is you.
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Dec 19, 2020
Dec 19, 2020 at 11:39 AM UTC
My favorite thing to eat.
you’ll find someone who’s **** **** and who’s hair doesn’t get in the way maybe she’ll play drums as well or maybe not someone who won’t have an ugly laugh bigger **** nicer eyes lips maybe she will be easier to talk to better to kiss provide company to your cigarette maybe she’ll understand you the way I do but if she won’t then at least she’ll have a nicer ****
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Nov 13, 2020
Nov 13, 2020 at 10:15 AM UTC
****
When a ******* Is in love He doesn’t know it He unknowingly Plays his game in clay Swiftly in his smartness He misses the path “don’t love” His fatal fall into a quicksand Yet, he doesn’t know it He thinks he is moving But ******* has sunk half body His phone rung until death comes He would’nt answer till he **** He is busy with another And the others will still call He’s got a new phone line Thinking it means a new life He keeps dialing  +234   This time not caring about **** ******* sleeps in her dreams With his eyes open He says to himself She is mean ******* You were brutal to love You cut off her wings And let that dove not fly Should you be proud That today Love grew up a hawk   If you won’t accept her a dove you will have to deal with this Hawk When a ******* falls in love He falls with hawkish wings cut Deep down he would fall To the bottomless pit To a land of no return When love plays a ******* He becomes the game And love is doing the play So if you are a ******* Take your time before night Love will come in due time
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May 26, 2018
May 26, 2018 at 12:41 AM UTC
When Love plays a *******
a lick to the ******* up my *** glowin' a white boy on Jim Beam and nitro screams hell yes! without the benefit of an amplifier ebony and ivory together brings the old south to her knees she begs tell me 'fore you **** I say yes then oops sorry black betty take a grain of salt with that for twenty bucks on the Choctawahatchee banks so way below the yellow rivers Mason / Dixon look out jealous with crosses burning ten miles further south we are in limited territory, look out for the man, and swallow.
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Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
aqualung redone
She swallowed her birth control For she has learned the hard way That it is her responsibility To bear the burden Of bearing a child While the man **** as easily as he goes To grab a drink with his friends While the arms that belong to the body of a woman Cradle a baby That cries for milk from ******* that will be drained And a heart that will be empty And hardened by men Who will *** and go again.
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Dec 12, 2013
Dec 12, 2013 at 1:06 AM UTC
The Aftermath
The autumn winds ***** her mercilessly, as idle hands lunge for delicate petticoats. Their ugly, pockmarked howls pinch her deeply with each new limb they expose, until her tears drop like leaves, unheard and become soiled. By the winter, she’s left leaning awkwardly like a slapper against a lamp post. Her body but scattered, bent baguettes, freeze-set with the frigid, nightly chills, which preserve her stark immodesty and her malign revenge. Yet spring adorns her with tentative protruding buds, glazed like freshly shellacked fingernails, as her body itches with the swellings of youth and foliage fastens frills around her chest, summoning the dewy-peach lustre of virginity. Now she basks in our wanton, forgiving glares. As the summer teases, she writhes Lolita-like in a raincoat that clings to her, just so. Her barely concealed fruits spilling out, as the sun caresses her skin hotly, until she **** with that cacophony of lilac bells gawping, grape-like, ringing out the sweet moans of her petite-mort.
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Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 10:53 AM UTC
Wisteria
Pumping iron, Sweating blood, Gritting teeth, Plays in mud. Macho man, Athlete of space, Needs to win, Every race. Loves his body, Masturbates all night. Looks straight in the mirror, **** to his own sight. Goes to the gym, To wallow in sweat. Work out, work out, work out, NOT BIG ENOUGH YET. Can't stand them, We all call them jocks. Self centered ignorant ***** Wish they could **** their own *****
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Mar 24, 2012
Mar 24, 2012 at 9:53 PM UTC
****
Heathens - in heaven's lobby flock to barter for Magic 'Shrooms with pop rocks... and pancakes and leaf-green brownies. new to the scene; the Son of Man holds a motley court, then wanders off to fetch Picasso - Lassoed from his cups, his Love that must Love his genius... doubtless, cloud-scrawling huge pendulous ******* in Elysium; for no one at all. better Pablo should tend bars      that set mobs free than one god's toddler, with long odds against Bacchus - should ever small-talk-speak to the godless or worse... preach. " Better Sins to love.. " The Spaniard once taught... A Lover's Urge is born in forms of weakness.... adorned in all Might - bathed in blessed contradiction, a Lingam for a Yoni's dream of stiff drinks and pliable men, with strong arms. a blue fiction  on Calvary - nailed to the softest cross. Between thieves, an honor, double parked with bucket seats brimming with moonlight, and her knickers tossed. Picasso asks for absinthe to be sent post haste and polished off - by all his better angels he had guillotined with dull snails, and fallen   harps ones -  he stole,  to de-tune a flat fifth of Cuttysark for a deaf ****  [but no mute ] a portrait, **** and is soon bought... lust sleeps then - with both Eyes;   Locked on One of God's. like a deer in a Head-light's Gospel... now, a Minotaur on the Autobahn - stalking it. II Heathens in heaven's lobby recite ' Howl ' as Ginsberg, walks over hot coals and spicy psalms; glowing wanton in white grass; with a very cherry **** And a wise throng, cobbles... ****** - they rob Peter of his  toga, leaving nothing wrong. but no less ' On ' they laugh hard;  and wake the dead asking  them for new songs to set    their false alarms in lofty Tic' Tocks   of Eternity's clock. Bible on a snooze bar for at least that long or  someone knocks. As if  "Hello."   Spoke the Whole World into Being - And " Goodbye." misspoke, and trailed off...
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Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 1:58 PM UTC
Heathens In Heaven [ Canto I ]
Heathens - in heaven's lobby flock to barter for Magic 'Shrooms with pop rocks... and pancakes and leaf-green brownies. new to the scene; the Son of Man holds a motley court, then wanders off to fetch Picasso - Lassoed from his cups, his Love that must Love his genius... doubtless, cloud-scrawling huge pendulous ******* in Elysium; for no one at all. better Pablo should tend bars      that set mobs free than one god's toddler, with long odds against Bacchus - should ever small-talk-speak to the godless or worse... preach. " Better Sins to love.. " The Spaniard once taught... A Lover's Urge is born in forms of weakness.... adorned in all Might - bathed in blessed contradiction, a Lingam for a Yoni's dream of stiff drinks and pliable men, with strong arms. a blue fiction  on Calvary - nailed to the softest cross. Between thieves, an honor, double parked with bucket seats brimming with moonlight, and her knickers tossed. Picasso asks for absinthe to be sent post haste and polished off - by all his better angels he had guillotined with dull snails, and fallen   harps ones -  he stole,  to de-tune a flat fifth of Cuttysark for a deaf ****  [but no mute ] a portrait, **** and is soon bought... lust sleeps then - with both Eyes;   Locked on One of God's. like a deer in a Head-light's Gospel... now, a Minotaur on the Autobahn - stalking it. II Heathens in heaven's lobby recite ' Howl ' as Ginsberg, walks over hot coals and spicy psalms; glowing wanton in white grass; with a very cherry **** And a wise throng, cobbles... ****** - they rob Peter of his  toga, leaving nothing wrong. but no less ' On ' they laugh hard;  and wake the dead asking  them for new songs to set    their false alarms in lofty Tic' Tocks   of Eternity's clock. Bible on a snooze bar for at least that long or  someone knocks. As if  "Hello."   Spoke the Whole World into Being - And " Goodbye." misspoke, and trailed off...
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you guide me into your room and throw me on your bed when you lick my ***** you make me want to squirt i scream and let out a moan, you look me in the eyes as you shove your monster **** inside of me and i let out a yelp, as you go deeper inside me i can feel myself climaxing the faster you go the louder i get i scream out "oh baby dont stop" but you take out your **** and tell me to get on top i ride you and you start to grunt, i know that you are close to your ****** i can fill you inside me as your **** throbs you all hot and sweaty as i kiss your neck and bite your ear you tell me "don't stop" i bounce up and down on you huge **** and i have now climaxed once more and so have you we lay still for one moment and we go as it again no telling how long we can last we go at it for hours you have stopped my ****** several times you ****** in and out of my tight wet pussy you lick you way down from my breast to my naval and back you roll over and im on top and you kiss and lick each of my ******* as up bounce me up and down all over your **** it is the crack of dawn and we ****** at the same time you lookk me in the eyes and tell me once more that you truly love my body as we drift off to sleep i hear you say i love the way you make me feel i try to respond but nothing **** out just the last of my grunts and moans.
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 5:37 PM UTC
yours,mine,and our ******
rhythms en trance ***** princess dance come **** me cruel eat me like ants wont you hurt me sir out comes the dagger her eyes get so large she wants me to bag her she knows im in charge wont you rip me sir foot arched **** puffed where are the whips she moves like fire and slink-ally strips my ******* bleed love sir howls like the wind for **** and the blade begs for it now ***** **** in the shade the knife between my legs sir *** shakes and prance to the congas beat eyes flirt wild as she whips her own feet won't you cut my toes sir ***** *** aches whirling dervish break me my love as she dances the curvish use my mouth sir her ankles clamped legs spread wide arms pulled back theres no where to hide smother me sir head ***** gut ***** spleen eat it all devour the queen my belly is yours sir she looks in my eyes says thank you for my fate spreads her legs wide i take the bate disembowel me sir oh lover bleed im up deep inside i work you down and cruel is the ride my ****** sir she cries and writhes and she **** so hard she wants to burn and is slathered with lard my rose **** sir i break her in half and lick up her *** she cries and she squeals as she starts to pass pluck my eyes sir i crush my love to finish her off she begs for more and starts to cough take my ******* sir face to the the floor the music turned down baby death dance in water to drown remove my head sir I did the dance i love to be slain stretched flat by a roller i loved the pain dinner is served sir thank you sir may i **** you **** sir drink your **** sir lick the toilet clean sir you've crushed me to nothing sir beaten me dead sir ****** me a thousand times sir is there anything else sir yes sir thank you sir what ever you say sir your so good to me sir ill be right back from the dead sir i love you sir
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Jun 29, 2016
Jun 29, 2016 at 6:03 AM UTC
DEATH DANCE...sexual dark explicit
rhythms en trance ***** princess dance come **** me cruel eat me like ants wont you hurt me sir out comes the dagger her eyes get so large she wants me to bag her she knows im in charge wont you rip me sir foot arched **** puffed where are the whips she moves like fire and slink-ally strips my ******* bleed love sir howls like the wind for **** and the blade begs for it now ***** **** in the shade the knife between my legs sir *** shakes and prance to the congas beat eyes flirt wild as she whips her own feet won't you cut my toes sir ***** *** aches whirling dervish break me my love as she dances the curvish use my mouth sir her ankles clamped legs spread wide arms pulled back theres no where to hide smother me sir head ***** gut ***** spleen eat it all devour the queen my belly is yours sir she looks in my eyes says thank you for my fate spreads her legs wide i take the bate disembowel me sir oh lover bleed im up deep inside i work you down and cruel is the ride my ****** sir she cries and writhes and she **** so hard she wants to burn and is slathered with lard my rose **** sir i break her in half and lick up her *** she cries and she squeals as she starts to pass pluck my eyes sir i crush my love to finish her off she begs for more and starts to cough take my ******* sir face to the the floor the music turned down baby death dance in water to drown remove my head sir I did the dance i love to be slain stretched flat by a roller i loved the pain dinner is served sir thank you sir may i **** you **** sir drink your **** sir lick the toilet clean sir you've crushed me to nothing sir beaten me dead sir ****** me a thousand times sir is there anything else sir yes sir thank you sir what ever you say sir your so good to me sir ill be right back from the dead sir i love you sir
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if you can read this, then you're too close my loving passion has turned to a ghost my heart became so cold that it froze if you can read this, then you're too close if you can read this, then you're too close i need a love that **** then goes love is suffering, while in it's throes if you can read this, then you're too close
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 3:33 PM UTC
if you can read this, then you're too close
The desert Is dry, My thirst Unsatisfied, May the dew From the thighs, Of the motherland Amplify. When my lips Reach to sip & my tongue Is fortified, I cannot stop Until nature **** And our beings Emulsify. To the just Lord She crys, With Sweet agony In her eyes, My mouth I open wide, To reclaim What is rightfully My prize. Our hands Clasped & Unified, We give Praise Towards The sky, Once her Convulsions Turn Petrified, And I listen To her bosoms Beat A Morris code Lullaby, My heart Is now on High, So this old soul No longer needs to be Spry, For the flesh Has had iT’s fill And I now Am ready to die…
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Nov 5, 2014
Nov 5, 2014 at 10:39 AM UTC
5 o'clock cacti
i missed a call from the past,i had to flash back remembering true love without cash bag,way back before hashtag she used to be covered with the blood of Jesus but now she is covered with **** from peanuts i know her heart had cuts from scissors this a story untold she had the heart of gold it was stolen,then sold now I will have to be bold don't judge me if I still love her don't judge me when you see me hug her I know she can go back to who she was she needs someone she can trust even though she is a *** i always give her a rose coz she pictures me a king I have to do the pose I understand how life goes it's a cold world which made her heart froze
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Sep 26, 2015
Sep 26, 2015 at 3:19 AM UTC
In Love With Olosho
A, Good girl. Can not take what I got. Touched my soul. Burnt her lips, and left a spot. Not playing games. When I say I poked her dot. She **** first. Either she's read, or not. Mind made up. Pay attention, cause x-marks the spot
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May 3, 2014
May 3, 2014 at 8:18 PM UTC
Dot. Dot. Dot.
after he **** he asks me what time my curfew is I told him it doesn't matter after he **** he says he's tired so I don't talk after he **** he doesn't look at me the way he did in the beginning I turn around and look outside the window after he **** he doesn't want to touch me anymore I keep my hands to myself after he **** he wants to go home but I want to lay on his chest
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Nov 30, 2015
Nov 30, 2015 at 11:17 PM UTC
After he ****
how my cell-mate loved me i miss him now and then i am finally on the outside but he's doing five to ten. i met him in the lunch room he followed to the yard and when he brushed against me i felt something really hard. don't be shy he told me i'll treat you right, you'll see and then he whispered nothings while making love to me. how my cell-mate loved me let me count the ways i love his big house nickname they call him Bubba J Bubba is a big boy and really hairy too if **** rugs are what you love then he's the one for you. He is a big bad tough guy until he is alone and then he is a teddy bear I love to make him moan. He is so soft and snuggly he is my ******* coo he hates for me to call him that as a tough guy he'd be thru. he is like putty in my hands for sure when i am done but at the start he is so hard at least until he **** if he gives me sass i smack his *** and send him to his bunk i am the boss of this sweet pair and I treat him like a punk. he stands real tall when free time comes and fear is felt by all but he looks up when facing me and i'm just five feet tall. i am the tough guy it turns out and he is just a queen i love him and he loves me he's the best i've ever seen. too bad i'm here and he is there i think i'll rob a store then i'll be back in with him again and have sweet love once more.
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Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 9:45 AM UTC
How My Cell-mate Loved Me
She is the oldest of the corner girls. She finds it harder for her to get a customer. She has the most experience and last she herd she thought having a no gag reflex and being flexible as **** was a good thing. But, aprently not so much these days. So she walks the street another time making sure the cop goes by and wont see her take off her coat to reveal her stunning legs well she thought they were stunning for a 46 year old corner girl. Cop goes by and she takes off the coat. She needs at least one customer tonight or she wont be able to pay rent. She Knows if she doesnt make rent she will be out on her *** She makes a lap around the corner thinking she looks extra **** tonight theres no way someone would pass her up. She made sure of it. She notices a trucker that stops and she knows around here they pay the most and if they like what they get they tell their friends witch means more business. She struts her stuff over to him and climbs in making small talk. Thats not what he want and she just wants to get paid. He takes off and she starts ******* pretty big she thought not to bad. She is doing her best putting every inch down her throat making him moan and he **** in her mouth. That was quick and easy 60 bucks will do her just fine. She doesnt have to stand around half the night looking for someone else another 20 tommorrow and she has this months rent plus money for food. Gladly she gets out of the truck and heads back to her apartment. Just another night as a corner girl.
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Oct 29, 2012
Oct 29, 2012 at 9:50 PM UTC
Corner Girl
She is the oldest of the corner girls. She finds it harder for her to get a customer. She has the most experience and last she herd she thought having a no gag reflex and being flexible as **** was a good thing. But, aprently not so much these days. So she walks the street another time making sure the cop goes by and wont see her take off her coat to reveal her stunning legs well she thought they were stunning for a 46 year old corner girl. Cop goes by and she takes off the coat. She needs at least one customer tonight or she wont be able to pay rent. She Knows if she doesnt make rent she will be out on her *** She makes a lap around the corner thinking she looks extra **** tonight theres no way someone would pass her up. She made sure of it. She notices a trucker that stops and she knows around here they pay the most and if they like what they get they tell their friends witch means more business. She struts her stuff over to him and climbs in making small talk. Thats not what he want and she just wants to get paid. He takes off and she starts ******* pretty big she thought not to bad. She is doing her best putting every inch down her throat making him moan and he **** in her mouth. That was quick and easy 60 bucks will do her just fine. She doesnt have to stand around half the night looking for someone else another 20 tommorrow and she has this months rent plus money for food. Gladly she gets out of the truck and heads back to her apartment. Just another night as a corner girl.
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love is how this is. the kind of visceral missive from a heat-seeking missile to a wet spot temple. a rogue thumb on the throttlesome pink of an eager peak in the drowning boat. where the Man, whistles... there are No Thistles but Yes ****
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May 24, 2013
May 24, 2013 at 4:26 AM UTC
Succumb