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Extolling thirty four and a half.
Many sing the praises of 69,
but I'd rather extol thirty four and a half.
Oh the joy to lie beneath your wandering tongue
as it seeks out my secret places,
Parting the lips to nibble the nub,
dipping into my urethra, before .... before ...
what I crave and wait for, fingers clutching
the counterpane. You tease and tease
the puckered hole, until delving deep
I scream out over and over again
for thirty four and a half.
but I'd rather extol thirty four and a half.
Oh the joy to lie beneath your wandering tongue
as it seeks out my secret places,
Parting the lips to nibble the nub,
dipping into my urethra, before .... before ...
what I crave and wait for, fingers clutching
the counterpane. You tease and tease
the puckered hole, until delving deep
I scream out over and over again
for thirty four and a half.
Published 7th Jul 2016
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Anonymous
8th Jul 2016 12:21pm
"Wait!" she said
while trying to balance on her head
"Let's try to do One Hundred Thirty-Eight!"
and ended up falling off the bed
Where does the madness stop?
while trying to balance on her head
"Let's try to do One Hundred Thirty-Eight!"
and ended up falling off the bed
Where does the madness stop?
9th Jul 2016 00:34am
