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Her Breasts Burn for Me
She is a good lady, but her breasts burn for me,
her bosom's orgasmic eleven gallons perpetually yearning to embrace my pillar
and forcefully swallow my flowing seed for numerous hours every day.
She is a gentle lady, but her breasts are primal desire,
her two pendulous udders powerfully undulating with passionate heat for me,
only fulfilled with lasting tranquility while wonderfully satisfying my ardent virility.
She is a faithful lady, but her breasts are her soul,
her two erect nipples always profoundly nursing me with passionate joy,
her bosom's deep valley perpetually my personal sanctuary of sloppy ejaculations.
She is a matronly lady, always wearing her bra slung low,
its two mountainous cones jutting upward and outward from her belly
while slowly undulating with a primal power that amorously pursues me.
She is a loving lady who constantly yearns to be mine,
passionately pursuing me with the burning desire of her massive bosom,
only fulfilled while her udders embrace my pillar with consummate ecstasy.
She only lives to smother my tower between her massive breasts.
Peacefully, passionately, she moans, her desire fulfilled, her gigantic bosom in
bliss, my pillar resting deep between her mountainous udders, my virility
profoundly moistening her bosom's eleven orgasmic gallons with satisfying lifelong ecstasies.
(Copyright (c) 2013, All Rights Reserved)
her bosom's orgasmic eleven gallons perpetually yearning to embrace my pillar
and forcefully swallow my flowing seed for numerous hours every day.
She is a gentle lady, but her breasts are primal desire,
her two pendulous udders powerfully undulating with passionate heat for me,
only fulfilled with lasting tranquility while wonderfully satisfying my ardent virility.
She is a faithful lady, but her breasts are her soul,
her two erect nipples always profoundly nursing me with passionate joy,
her bosom's deep valley perpetually my personal sanctuary of sloppy ejaculations.
She is a matronly lady, always wearing her bra slung low,
its two mountainous cones jutting upward and outward from her belly
while slowly undulating with a primal power that amorously pursues me.
She is a loving lady who constantly yearns to be mine,
passionately pursuing me with the burning desire of her massive bosom,
only fulfilled while her udders embrace my pillar with consummate ecstasy.
She only lives to smother my tower between her massive breasts.
Peacefully, passionately, she moans, her desire fulfilled, her gigantic bosom in
bliss, my pillar resting deep between her mountainous udders, my virility
profoundly moistening her bosom's eleven orgasmic gallons with satisfying lifelong ecstasies.
(Copyright (c) 2013, All Rights Reserved)
Published 7th Apr 2013
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Anonymous
7th Apr 2013 6:57pm
I like it.
9th Apr 2013 4:32am
