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Mattress Dreams
His cheap irish spring soap still on my skin. Shitty wallpaper pervs as I light a cigarette over a gas stove fire. My fine ass bare and bruised as I inhale, sliding ripped jeans over freshly washed pussy unforgettable and the usual morning admired. Like a school boy In love he stares from his marveled mattress and gleams. I exhale a cloud to the ceiling.. "Don't fall in love,...pussy this good... I'm only a dream." Another cock blistered, conquered and tamed. Out the door heels against pavement, a fuck gladly given, not even knowing his name.
Published 14th Feb 2020
| Edited 17th Feb 2020
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