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I fed you

I fed you:

I stand in front of you; at the table you said you’re hungry: I understand

I will feed you

I pull my jeans down, I watch you watch me, I take off my panties: you’re just staring

“It’s ok” I say “touch me, touch me”

I sit on the table in front of you; I pull my shirt over my head: I watch you shaking

“It’s ok” I say “touch me” I open my legs

You touch me gently, with strong cold fingers; leaning your head in you smell me, I lean back

I enjoy the attention

I see the top of your head, as you explore my pussy: bald with spots and freckles on the top of your head

I think you must be 70 or 80: you call me child, and lick me; like I am an expensive candy

I cum to you every week: I thought you would be more patient eating me, but you love

My pussy and I love the feelings you give to me

I miss you and I think of you often, years have passed so have you: the first and the one

Who taught me about sex orally; I will never forget, you marked me in many good ways

Lori
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