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What's Hers Is Mine
She been my faithful sexy whore
At my doorstop asking of me to give her even more
Do she know she was only my side piece
Her man is now my main squeeze
You cannot be friends with a possessive high-maintenance cunt
Not unless you set the rules upfront
The jewelry she brought me, the trips to the seashore
Her emotions I already disposed of, my heart is just not into the lure
The exotic trip she took upon herself to surprise me with the plans
It would have mattered had she invited her man
I would had even shared his dick
While tasting her clit
Now I’m fumbling with words, not trying to hurt her
Damn
Gritting my teeth while staring in her face
Confessions for me coming at a slow pace
Done got caught in my own sexual twisted ménage à trois games
Should I show remorse, regrets, or even shame
I thought I had her heart on lock, her mind docile, tamed
It’s two in the morning, at my door begging for my tongue to make her candy rain
Her man still sleeping in my bed, snoring
Having a wet dream about me making him cum, my pussy juices on his lips pouring
Once he rolls over, and touch my soft skin, his lips traveling all over me
Rattling the headboard until the blinding rays of the sun, with the pleasure and the naughtily tease
“We will have to do this another night, I’m busy taking care of some business shit
“Don’t tell me you’re in there getting some dick”
“Ahh…no, I have to get up early, you know…. go to work, alright
She looking over my shoulder, assessing the truth of my plight”
Baby, who the fuck at the door this time of night
I closed my eyes, all I remembered was the consequences happening in slow motion
A smack to my face, for messing with her wedded bliss and lack of devotion
Her man, now my man, holding her back soothing her soul…darn the man got that 101-love potion
Both looking at me, like I had the answers to relive their brain
Asking me to choose
“Are you both insane”
His hard dick hard saluting me, her perking tits begging for my mouth to tease
Each one gives me sexual thrills all the same
I put them out, got my favorite toy and pleased my creamy south until I came
At my doorstop asking of me to give her even more
Do she know she was only my side piece
Her man is now my main squeeze
You cannot be friends with a possessive high-maintenance cunt
Not unless you set the rules upfront
The jewelry she brought me, the trips to the seashore
Her emotions I already disposed of, my heart is just not into the lure
The exotic trip she took upon herself to surprise me with the plans
It would have mattered had she invited her man
I would had even shared his dick
While tasting her clit
Now I’m fumbling with words, not trying to hurt her
Damn
Gritting my teeth while staring in her face
Confessions for me coming at a slow pace
Done got caught in my own sexual twisted ménage à trois games
Should I show remorse, regrets, or even shame
I thought I had her heart on lock, her mind docile, tamed
It’s two in the morning, at my door begging for my tongue to make her candy rain
Her man still sleeping in my bed, snoring
Having a wet dream about me making him cum, my pussy juices on his lips pouring
Once he rolls over, and touch my soft skin, his lips traveling all over me
Rattling the headboard until the blinding rays of the sun, with the pleasure and the naughtily tease
“We will have to do this another night, I’m busy taking care of some business shit
“Don’t tell me you’re in there getting some dick”
“Ahh…no, I have to get up early, you know…. go to work, alright
She looking over my shoulder, assessing the truth of my plight”
Baby, who the fuck at the door this time of night
I closed my eyes, all I remembered was the consequences happening in slow motion
A smack to my face, for messing with her wedded bliss and lack of devotion
Her man, now my man, holding her back soothing her soul…darn the man got that 101-love potion
Both looking at me, like I had the answers to relive their brain
Asking me to choose
“Are you both insane”
His hard dick hard saluting me, her perking tits begging for my mouth to tease
Each one gives me sexual thrills all the same
I put them out, got my favorite toy and pleased my creamy south until I came
Published 16th May 2020
| Edited 17th May 2020
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16th May 2020 6:28am
This is indeed tight with the flow and your piece has a tight story to it also, tight
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