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"Teachers Pet."
I Fucking Swear, "She was
one of the Baddest I've
ever met,"
She was an, sexxxperience
seeker and to my Pleasure,
she chose me to be her...
Teacher
And, believe me, "She Willingly
became my Pet,"
Aged only 20 Years, I knew the
sweet nectar would be Ripe
with a Delicious flavor, and, she
was Desirous and Wanton, for
me to taste it
How Readily lust-filled lips part
when licked upon with a learned
tongue; just enough to smell the
sweet aroma and cause a juicy
flower to cum
In Bend, Oregon, in rush hour
traffic is where I met her; seeing
her pull up along beside me in
her car, I wrote down my number
and was glad that she returned
the favor
From then on, every night around
two when I made it home from
work she'd be waiting like an, "Apt
Pupil," waiting on my every whim,
to tell her what to do
"How high in the air do you want
me to push it; are my legs pulled
back far enough so you can get
as deep as you want to;
So, hold my upper body still and
just work my hips and ass; that'll
make the stroking feel real good
and, "What'll I get for Passing the
Test,"
I lie not; this girl was Fucking Hot
one of the Baddest I've
ever met,"
She was an, sexxxperience
seeker and to my Pleasure,
she chose me to be her...
Teacher
And, believe me, "She Willingly
became my Pet,"
Aged only 20 Years, I knew the
sweet nectar would be Ripe
with a Delicious flavor, and, she
was Desirous and Wanton, for
me to taste it
How Readily lust-filled lips part
when licked upon with a learned
tongue; just enough to smell the
sweet aroma and cause a juicy
flower to cum
In Bend, Oregon, in rush hour
traffic is where I met her; seeing
her pull up along beside me in
her car, I wrote down my number
and was glad that she returned
the favor
From then on, every night around
two when I made it home from
work she'd be waiting like an, "Apt
Pupil," waiting on my every whim,
to tell her what to do
"How high in the air do you want
me to push it; are my legs pulled
back far enough so you can get
as deep as you want to;
So, hold my upper body still and
just work my hips and ass; that'll
make the stroking feel real good
and, "What'll I get for Passing the
Test,"
I lie not; this girl was Fucking Hot
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