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Splendid pairs of Lips
His world created by sensual strokes
His coat worn carefully, trouser fit so well,
Some in silk. Grandly dressed wearing a gorgeous star
Of course the ladies were exceedingly provoked
The queen and her maid in waiting as she pinch
his buttocks in passing, soon eye contact and
a smile and head motion, soon they started biting in
the corners of the dark back room, his fingers had
her toes in curl, her inner wine boils for liberty, his mind
wanted to drink her liberty and he needed a mouthful,
she was already smiled and smacking her lips
I didn’t think you would cum..
The flames of praise condoned his actions,
As she shook like earth quakes, as the dam of her
Rhine rivers showed great stress and broke,
Her champagne froth bubbly with sparkles in her eyes
He whispered, the best things come from far away
Her sigh spoke, refill my flute with something sweet and
he pulled his cork and refilled her flute to the top
carefully not to spill a drop, at ten minutes one more
sigh, beautiful fountain, may it never stop flowing
as she lapped every drop up and liked it,
she finished grand, Mister you have splendid bestiality
His coat worn carefully, trouser fit so well,
Some in silk. Grandly dressed wearing a gorgeous star
Of course the ladies were exceedingly provoked
The queen and her maid in waiting as she pinch
his buttocks in passing, soon eye contact and
a smile and head motion, soon they started biting in
the corners of the dark back room, his fingers had
her toes in curl, her inner wine boils for liberty, his mind
wanted to drink her liberty and he needed a mouthful,
she was already smiled and smacking her lips
I didn’t think you would cum..
The flames of praise condoned his actions,
As she shook like earth quakes, as the dam of her
Rhine rivers showed great stress and broke,
Her champagne froth bubbly with sparkles in her eyes
He whispered, the best things come from far away
Her sigh spoke, refill my flute with something sweet and
he pulled his cork and refilled her flute to the top
carefully not to spill a drop, at ten minutes one more
sigh, beautiful fountain, may it never stop flowing
as she lapped every drop up and liked it,
she finished grand, Mister you have splendid bestiality
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