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Upon Your Saddle

Dark brown hair hanging free
Beauty personified in thee
Staring into your eyes
I see deep to where your soul lies

Your lips moist from a kiss
As I slide in your tight abyss
Your body in motion
Mind in a trance from lusts potion

My firm hands grasp your breast
You ride harder per my request
Slamming down with sheer force
I’m your Tennessee walking horse

Gliding on your saddle
Performing the perfect straddle
You slow to an idle
Hands grip my chest like a bridle

Your muscles now tighten
As you ride your personal titan
Moans come without control
Pleasing you my personal goal
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