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A Chocolate Conversion - Coffee Coloured Treats
On Sunday he will lie there, quite replete,
A girl between his thighs, licking the parts
That recently he thrust into her seat
Of pleasure, knowing that the loving arts
Are often full of vigour; it is rare
For someone to be so consumed by him,
She can’t resist demands, and so she’ll bare
Her all: she’ll show her coffee coloured skin,
In all its richness, flavoured with her need
To be his little black bitch, with her arse
Well-raised and ready to be filled with seed,
That he’ll dispense, before taking to task
Her lovely full-lipped maw – it is a treat:
To lie there, on a Sunday, quite replete!
A girl between his thighs, licking the parts
That recently he thrust into her seat
Of pleasure, knowing that the loving arts
Are often full of vigour; it is rare
For someone to be so consumed by him,
She can’t resist demands, and so she’ll bare
Her all: she’ll show her coffee coloured skin,
In all its richness, flavoured with her need
To be his little black bitch, with her arse
Well-raised and ready to be filled with seed,
That he’ll dispense, before taking to task
Her lovely full-lipped maw – it is a treat:
To lie there, on a Sunday, quite replete!
Published 20th Jun 2015
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