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Surrendering Within Time’s Sweetest Bliss.. Oh yes

Mr. Morning, Mr. Afternoon, and Mr. Night
One time, two times, I’m sure pleasure found under the covers knowing the hands of the night will get it just right  
Muscular Bodies glistening like an erotic man on stage thrusting their Magic Mikes  

“Hello beautiful, I’m Mr. Morning.”  
I am the man who wakes you up.  
Your passion gloving my slipping and hard dipping thrusts  
My dick filling the essence of your lovers’ cup  
My thrills more potent than caffeine  
A hard dose of kryptonite to make your body submit as you scream  
Releasing inside of you as you softly cream  
Your pussy juices engulfing my pearly streams  
Beautiful, if there is anything you need, let me be the man to please  
Do not hesitate to pick up the phone and call  
You will have me, my balls, dick, and all  

“Hello sexy, I’m Mr. Afternoon.”  
The aftermath of morning. Making love to you on the beaches, and our secluded island of sand dunes  
My mouth blanketing your pussy, eating a gourmet feast without the spoon  
Afternoon of erotic delights taking your body among the rainbow heights  
My dick pounding that sweet pussy with all my might  
As you are clenching my body tight  
The climax of your essence, awaiting my tornado release  
Begging me for more as I kneel between your knees  
Licking you up and down, my fingers taking the pink grand tour inside  
Dual pleasure as you cum on my fingers as your clear juices slowly glides  
My mouth swoops for the ultimate sapping ride  
Sexy lady I will be on beach  
Not too far out of your call, that I cannot be reached  

“Hello stunning, I’m Mr. Night.”
“I’m the fantasy, who takes precedent, after a long day  
The main meal, when words are expressed to play  
As my body joins yours to physically slay  
My hungry tease, on a mission to please  
As my dick slides into your wet pussy with ease  
Your willing nature, ready, and able  
Spreading your thighs open for a meal served at my dinner table  
My tongue skyrocketing inside of you  
Funneling deeper ecstasy of lovers’ due  
The tip breaking the barrier of that dam as your climax crest, rest, and then flow  
Down my throat as the taste of you goes  
Flipping you over, spreading your legs, about to stick this pussy from behind at last  
It’s way past twelve o’clock, still fucking my own Cinderella’s ass  
Two souls joined as one up until dawn’s early light  
Fucking, sucking, and eating, don’t worry, you will climax just right all night  
You look like you taste good, Hazel Eyes, tonight we will see just how right and ripe you are  
I’ll bring your fantasies into bold and living colors under Mr. Night’s stars.

“Mmm... how sweet it is.”
    
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Wise men speak because they have something to say; Fools because they have to say something.

Plato
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