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SUB: Wet Terry

(a villanelle)
SHE loves to slowly fill her ass with me,
To finger fuck her quim with HE in mind,
SHE knows her squirting cum�s my ecstasy.

Becoming my MISS, choosing randomly,
Out of the gathered crowd, I was her find,
SHE loves to slowly fill her ass with me.

I think SHE knew how rough my touch would be
Suspended on my form, her pleasures grind,
SHE knows her squirting cum�s my ecstasy.

How quick SHE pulls her hood that HE should see,
The deftness of her tapping strokes. Reclined
SHE loves to slowly fill her ass with me.

I know her tensing grip, her urgency,
And how, in holding back, her build inclines,
(SHE knows her squirting cum�s my ecstasy).

And when SHE throbs in waves, her show for HE,
My rough folds sop her length from clit to �hind,
SHE loves to slowly fill her ass with me,
SHE knows her squirting cum�s my ecstasy!

*Ode from SHE's towel*