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Fuk Machine(s)
Oh she calls me her fuk machine,
Effect on me not hard to glean…
We go all day, we go all night.
We touch, we tease, we fuk, we fight!
Says she want to be my “good slut,”
Her face to floor, raising her butt.
Sluts are good for a thing or two,
Keep around for more?... up to you.
But this one weaves beneath my skin…
Gives me a place to bury sin.
Offering encouraging word
As I leave no hole unconquered.
The evidence dripping from mound,
Moans and whimpers the only sound…
She claws deeply into my skin,
Begs “pick a new hole…start again?”
She speak of love… speaks of her core,
But all I hear is she needs more.
Speaks of the moon and lunar pulls
While retooling my family jewels.
And never sure I’ve met her mark,
We fuk from sunrise till it’s dark.
The lips swollen, skin scratched and red
Her lying cum drenched, cunt to head.
Until we wake to a new day,
Realizing we passed out this way.
Me still inside her, moist and wet…
Her purring again like my pet.
And so with the cumming of dawn,
She grinds, I thrust… the fuk is on!
Teeth sinking in, fingers in ass…
Not just a good slut, world class!
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