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Pressed
i ring the doorbell
you greet me in nakedness
no words are needed
eye contact rules now
you're eager for instruction
just like a good girl
i pin you breathless
vice gripping your puffy mound
in my power grab
fingers invade you
one after the next..gauging
your heat signature
inquiring your lust
polygraphing your insides
milking confessions
the floor shines in truth
spilled from your appeasing cunt
ready for service
Published 22nd Jan 2019
| Edited 23rd Jan 2019
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22nd Jan 2019 7:50pm
22nd Jan 2019 8:04pm
Oh ... my ... what ... was I ... going to say ... hot write my dear poet ...
Anonymous
22nd Jan 2019 8:40pm
I got lost in the intensity. I like lost. Very cool.
mmmhmm... . intensely exhibited with natural internal sounds and electroactive,
...intune
...intune
23rd Jan 2019 00:26am
23rd Jan 2019 00:46am
the floor shines in truth
spilled from your appeasing cunt
ready for service
got golly Naajir!! *whew*
spilled from your appeasing cunt
ready for service
got golly Naajir!! *whew*
23rd Jan 2019 1:51am
23rd Jan 2019 3:39am
Anonymous
- Edited 7th May 2019 00:46am
23rd Jan 2019 9:45am
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Anonymous
23rd Jan 2019 11:28am
Interrogation at its best !
23rd Jan 2019 2:30pm
Anonymous
1st Feb 2019 4:28am
I got lovely imagery with this one, oolala
