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The "Fine Print"
She shines....
….swollen against soft white
riding low, hugging tight
bulging lips
aroused and wet
bulbous pearl erect
tip white
my lips prepared to
fight for the right,
all damn night
Stocking legs
tweed skirt
taking shape
upon her hour glass
hips, small waist
can I simply have a taste
of your juicy fruit?
Resisting the temptation
to reach in between your legs
and squeeze you until
you are “bustin loose”.....
…..my lips glisten,
my mind caught up
in a deliciously pink dream
Piko top and leggings, opaque
bowed legs
thighs, slightly a gape
trying so hard not to make a scene
but it's hard to hide that bulge inside my jeans
I take just a sip of my tonic
drinking it straight, never bent
capturing a vivid snapshot
of her moist, delicious
“fine print”
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