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Restaurant SEX

Two mortal bodies pressed with sweat sets the scene for the sex./ No need to request for the check. But I'm checking your neck on my quest/ of eternal bliss. Kissing your neck as I whisper this./ "The food was ok, but I'm wanting you as my dish"/

This midnight dinner turned to lovemaking on the table shaking as our souls are mating./ Our plates placed on other tables. With your eyes gaping in amazement./ your legs wrapped around my waist with my neck shroud by your arms./ And my dick sits nine and a half inches in the split of this wet pit that's warm./

Spilled was the glass of water, table cloth lies on floor. As I try out the new appetizer./ Open your legs wider, don't ask what for, Prepare to go higher./ to the planet spasm. So fasten your seat belt madam on the flight of Thrashing./ Sit back and relax. Echoed smacks from my gas pedal that i'm mashing./

down to the floor. Full speed on the restaraunt table. / Your thighs reform it's original shape as they lay flat on my chest./ Now you may ask for the check because there lies juices on the guest dress./
Written by WellRounded (Leon)
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