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R e d

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‘Twas Sir always liked me in red.
His dainty submissive he learned
Was partial to Sir’s tastes in bed,
To dress me in what he preferred.

We both found this out early on;
‘Twas Sir always liked me in red.
So first we would fuck until dawn,
Then left to go shopping instead.

The lingerie went to my head,
The dresses, the accessories.
‘Twas Sir always liked me in red,
His money kept growing on trees.

But lately we’d fuck in the nude,
I shot him last night in the head.
The sight of the blood on my dude,
‘Twas Sir always liked me in red.  

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For Missy’s Clothed competition.
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