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sexy kitchen
I see you busy washing the dishes
your ass kept tight looks so delicious.
So I walk slowly on my toes
And get a glimpse under your clothes.
I kiss your neck down to the shoulder
My dick gets pumped and surely bolder.
You take your hands out of the sink
And grab the head right from its ring.
I press it hard against your ass
And clutch your breast a swift caress.
We both get naked down on the floor
In that kitchen you’ll be my whore.
your ass kept tight looks so delicious.
So I walk slowly on my toes
And get a glimpse under your clothes.
I kiss your neck down to the shoulder
My dick gets pumped and surely bolder.
You take your hands out of the sink
And grab the head right from its ring.
I press it hard against your ass
And clutch your breast a swift caress.
We both get naked down on the floor
In that kitchen you’ll be my whore.
Published 7th Aug 2017
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You have amalgamated the dictum Jerry Hall said her mother taught: "Be a maid in the kitchen and a whore in the bedroom." (What women would fancy the fantasy of Mick Jagger taking advantage of them in the kitchen?)
Gripped by the moment the man was grabbed by wet female hands.
This I notice immediately follows someone else's poem 'Aperitif' (which was set before a dinner), and it could be the sequel when things are washed up afterwards. Together they would make a great two course sexual meal.
Gripped by the moment the man was grabbed by wet female hands.
This I notice immediately follows someone else's poem 'Aperitif' (which was set before a dinner), and it could be the sequel when things are washed up afterwards. Together they would make a great two course sexual meal.
7th Aug 2017 10:29am
