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My Choux Pastry Lover

Long, tall and black
full of zest, verve.....flava
I set my table
with tools of the trade......

�..made to love you, my �Choux Pastry Heart�

Presentation being the key, indeed
showing myself approved
to fill your every need
capping myself with white �Toque�
the only garment necessary for us to play

inside my kitchen.....

�..my body naked
and itching for
your blue-nailed fingers
to rake across my
dark chocolate skin
where to start? Where to begin?

Perhaps torrid kisses
along my neck....moving down
pinching my pecs, sucking my nipples
feel my heart beating
squeeze my ass now

my burners glowing
can you feel my warmth?
kneading your dough,
shape taking form.....

�..my bag, heavy and full
with hot mahogany cr�me
my pipe long and sturdy
waist down past my knees

and I wield it well
casting a spell
that hypnotizes.....as you spread your legs open wide
(have you ever ridden a horse quite this size?)

and those sweet, wet petals
begin to delicately unfold
my pipe begins to throb
ready to fill your tight, piping-hot, little hole

to overflow,
filled with cream
my ruby head breaks your slit,
and your porcelain kitty opens wide,
way past being nasty, obscene

and I'm inside,
pumping your choux pastry
so damned full of me
dancing on my dick
moaning, screaming

upon my table
thrust after thrust,
slaved to my rhythm
her hands guide my hips
faster, and stronger
strokes growing deeper and longer

the insides of her thighs
steaming hot, buttery cream
wet, so damned wet

sweetness,
in all you bratty splendor
just as I've dreamed

my pipe and bag, rescending
now emptied, she hath sucked dry
visions of such an exquisite desert
right before my eyes.....

�...be still my �Choux Pastry� heart