deepundergroundpoetry.com

hands on

Hands on is the way I feel so let's keep it real, I dance around my room in the nude smelling like my pink perfume, hands on is what I do when your not here to slide your weapon through, hands on I rub my titties and slide my hands down my sides towards my thighs, hands on I'm deep inside humming a tune music to moan coming out of my mouth as I slide my fake cock in and out, hands on, hands down, hands all the way around, its true blonds do have more fun because were hands on
Written by whitegirlunwrapped
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5 reading list entries 1
comments 8 reads 1473
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
POETRY
Today 8:31pm by ajay
SPEAKEASY
Today 7:01pm by SweetKittyCat5
SPEAKEASY
Today 6:15pm by Josh
SPEAKEASY
Today 6:12pm by Josh
POETRY
Today 5:40pm by Delicate2
COMPETITIONS
Today 5:37pm by Her