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Your Whore

That's what I am
What I was made to be
Vanilla on the outside
Dark creamy center

Perfect facade
Ripped away
By Your desire
That slakes my need

Starting as a soft kiss
Tongues engaged
Breath caught in my chest
Quickly becomes...

Your hands gripping my hair
Bent over the chair
Panties down
Bottom pink

Take from me
What you need
I am Yours
Just for You, a whore
Written by ladynintexas (girlundone)
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