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The Bike Ride (final chapter)
Final chapter
My fingers were curling her breasts
Her Driving becomes a zestful wrest,
Twitching the nipples, makes it hard
Perfect time,to play my Trump card
It's time to slide in her juicy burrow
Throbbing her youth making clit furrow,
Stroking wildly & rubbing slither
She,Melting & moaning musical zither
Bewildering bike on barren road
Colliding it on "No Parking" board
Bruised & wounded, drowsing on pave
Submerged in eyes, building love trave.
Somehow, our "The Bike Ride" ends
Hope mojas' love never bends...
Hope our love never bends...
My fingers were curling her breasts
Her Driving becomes a zestful wrest,
Twitching the nipples, makes it hard
Perfect time,to play my Trump card
It's time to slide in her juicy burrow
Throbbing her youth making clit furrow,
Stroking wildly & rubbing slither
She,Melting & moaning musical zither
Bewildering bike on barren road
Colliding it on "No Parking" board
Bruised & wounded, drowsing on pave
Submerged in eyes, building love trave.
Somehow, our "The Bike Ride" ends
Hope mojas' love never bends...
Hope our love never bends...
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