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at the pub
From time to time I look at her
My dick so hard and in despair.
Sitting relaxed in a cool inn
Her leg runs slowly up to my pin.
Under the table between my legs
Her toe is touching up my kegs.
I get excited and I turn red
Right on the table I want her spread.
The passers-by can never see
That I’m about to cum like pee.
Its her intention to make me sweat
And let me melt like a sorbet.
I’ll have to wait till I get home
To fuck her up and hear her moan.
My dick so hard and in despair.
Sitting relaxed in a cool inn
Her leg runs slowly up to my pin.
Under the table between my legs
Her toe is touching up my kegs.
I get excited and I turn red
Right on the table I want her spread.
The passers-by can never see
That I’m about to cum like pee.
Its her intention to make me sweat
And let me melt like a sorbet.
I’ll have to wait till I get home
To fuck her up and hear her moan.
Published 20th Oct 2017
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