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Martès (Tuesday's Gone With The Wind)
Shit!
The weekend.........lost
Damn, Monday is stormy and blue
"Clowns to the left of me,
Jokers to the right-here I am
Stuck in the middle with you....."
Oh Martes, you devil you
all the things you didn't say
but oh the things that you do baby
….from across the room
naked legs draped across
the arms of a
plush, inviting chair
legs spread open wide
no sign of panties there
just a glistening wet dew
dripping across lips of rouge
in clear view
of stilted eyes,
I recline staring
starry-eyed, starved and wanting to
“fuck you....little girl blue”
wonderfully, nasty-ass you
dick in hand
torridly pumping it
up and down
as your fingers slosh between
wet folds, hot frothy cream dripping
down
heaven between those thick thighs
…..inviting me in
to your deep delicious sin
writhing your body
across wet leather
thrusting your hips
my big dick hard, flicked like
Satan's whip
wanting so desperately to
stab your womb and cum together
Martes
“Tuesdays gone with the wind.....”
Sleepy-eyed wonder
she makes me cum
and my soul
roars like thunder
bathing my cock in a flood
of warm, squirting waters
I surrender to the onslaught of
her fiery caress, my root
straining to reach
her cavernous
hot
wet
mess
from
across
the
room
Martes.....you devil you
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