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Sex.
I am an object of sex.
Nothing more, nothing less.
I have a lot of sex,
and now I must confess.
I can't please anyone.
I please them with my body.
I'm not a good person.
So I become naughty.
Sex is good.
But it hurts me.
I give my body,
because I can't please.
Not mentally or emotionally,
But with my vagina.
Slip inside of me,
I know you wanna.
Rock your body into mine.
Groaning as you pulsate inside of me.
I grunt, I moan, I begin to drip.
Cum inside my pussy!!
I cum, you smile.
I writhe with pleasure.
You pulse on and I clench.
My joy I can't measure.
I cum again and again and again.
You writhe inside my body.
Finally you cum.
Finally we are one.
Nothing more, nothing less.
I have a lot of sex,
and now I must confess.
I can't please anyone.
I please them with my body.
I'm not a good person.
So I become naughty.
Sex is good.
But it hurts me.
I give my body,
because I can't please.
Not mentally or emotionally,
But with my vagina.
Slip inside of me,
I know you wanna.
Rock your body into mine.
Groaning as you pulsate inside of me.
I grunt, I moan, I begin to drip.
Cum inside my pussy!!
I cum, you smile.
I writhe with pleasure.
You pulse on and I clench.
My joy I can't measure.
I cum again and again and again.
You writhe inside my body.
Finally you cum.
Finally we are one.
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