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The Games We Play
"How about some cards?" he said;
"I'd rather suck your cock,"
She giggled and sat up in bed,
"I'd like that quite a lot."
"I can't treat you to dominos?"
"Don't put me on the spot,
I do not want to come to blows;
I'd rather suck your cock."
"We could play chess or I have heard
Backgammon's fun or drafts?"
"But, then, my loving liege," she purred,
"I'll suck your cock." He laughed.
"I'd rather suck your cock,"
She giggled and sat up in bed,
"I'd like that quite a lot."
"I can't treat you to dominos?"
"Don't put me on the spot,
I do not want to come to blows;
I'd rather suck your cock."
"We could play chess or I have heard
Backgammon's fun or drafts?"
"But, then, my loving liege," she purred,
"I'll suck your cock." He laughed.
Published 9th Feb 2015
| Edited 28th Mar 2018
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