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Sounds of Sex
Sounds of Sex
The sound in my ear was beyond deafening
It was a mute button to everything else around me
I was probing my ear as if I could shake it out
Free myself of this teakettle's call punctuating my every thought
I was shaking and thrusting my finger violently
I had to get the shrieking out
I was fingering my ear like it was a porn star
A monkey's dick in my ear
The tormenting timber torrential in it's tone
The monkey's fucking my head harder
Grinding his hips and chattering teeth
Covering my eyes so I can't see
Make the noise stop
Who invited the monkey anyway
I feel a pop
He's stopped, yet I shudder
The monkey came in my ear
I can feel his warm flow leaking from my canal
Down my lobe
Dripping from my hoop
Liquified relief traces my finger tips making it's way to my life line
Funny, monkey cum taste like blood
I go to sleep
Because that's what you do after you get fucked
Presented in the - bad trip - challenge hosted by Blunt trauma
The sound in my ear was beyond deafening
It was a mute button to everything else around me
I was probing my ear as if I could shake it out
Free myself of this teakettle's call punctuating my every thought
I was shaking and thrusting my finger violently
I had to get the shrieking out
I was fingering my ear like it was a porn star
A monkey's dick in my ear
The tormenting timber torrential in it's tone
The monkey's fucking my head harder
Grinding his hips and chattering teeth
Covering my eyes so I can't see
Make the noise stop
Who invited the monkey anyway
I feel a pop
He's stopped, yet I shudder
The monkey came in my ear
I can feel his warm flow leaking from my canal
Down my lobe
Dripping from my hoop
Liquified relief traces my finger tips making it's way to my life line
Funny, monkey cum taste like blood
I go to sleep
Because that's what you do after you get fucked
Presented in the - bad trip - challenge hosted by Blunt trauma
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