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I Couldn't Help But Notice
I couldn’t help but notice
The mounds under your sweater
Forgive me for being forward
But I’d like to know you better
In you I see some mysteries
And places to explore
All that I can promise you
Is you will be adored
She seemed to like my outlook
And much to my surprise
She said, “Let’s go up to my room
and I’ll try you on for size.”
So here I kneel behind her ass
She gently slips me in
Then she presses into me
We’re doggie skin to skin
Now when I see sweater mounds
I don’t dodge or duck
I just walk right up to her
She might just wanna fuck
The mounds under your sweater
Forgive me for being forward
But I’d like to know you better
In you I see some mysteries
And places to explore
All that I can promise you
Is you will be adored
She seemed to like my outlook
And much to my surprise
She said, “Let’s go up to my room
and I’ll try you on for size.”
So here I kneel behind her ass
She gently slips me in
Then she presses into me
We’re doggie skin to skin
Now when I see sweater mounds
I don’t dodge or duck
I just walk right up to her
She might just wanna fuck
Published 1st Jan 2021
Author's Note
The girl with mounds under her sweater taught me to be more outgoing.
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