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Where are you going?
Five feet from me on the couch?
Makes me feel unwanted.
But then I was taunted.
You took your hand and inched it towards me.
I knew because out of the corner of my eye I could see.
And boop, into my pants it went.
That was it, I was set.
you scooched a little closer to me.
oh, I see.
You pulled of my pants, and then my shirt.
Naughty girl I am, I am low as dirt.
I slipped off your pants,
You did a dance.
then off went your boxers.
I ripped off my bra and underpants.
you sill wanted to tease.
I was ready to please.
So as you said no not yet,
I did something you'd never forget.
Down went my tongue,
Your bell *ching* rung,
I sucked and licked,
Your hard dick.
You return the favor,
And taste the flavor,
Of my pussy,
What happened next is no mystery,
We rode all night,
And it felt so right.
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|Reviewed by Micha Julian
|uh...pornetry, yeah, good word, Adam...um, Betsy, ya' gotta fix the typos, um, guess Charles & bossman didn't notice...Charles & Bossman...hell, you two can write, as in REALLY...is this your Mad Magazine (X-rated) er, Youthful getitouttayoursystems corner, LOLOL...SHEESH...ah, yawn...C'MON GUYS!|
|Reviewed by satan165 aka bigbossman (Reader)
|interesting the lack of cadence and rhyme scheme. plenty of heat here as well. got me rocked the fuck up!|
|Reviewed by Charles McKenzie (Reader)
|To Fat Girl--fuck off...to Sue Hess--Betsy IS hot and I AM 8...to Betsy---I fucking missed you, you were gone to fucking long...write me|
|Reviewed by Adam Walsvik (Reader)
|Reviewed by Sue Hess
|yawn, you forgot to tell us he was 8 inches and you were sooooo hot. please...give us a little mystery, fella|
|Reviewed by Fat Girl