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PLEASE! GRAFENBERG ME

SPOT

As we made small talk
lying naked in bed, having
gone to the edge time after time;
tasted each other's fruit,
She said out-of-the-blue,
"Will you please, please
Grafenberg me?" I responded
with, "What is that?"
She replied, "It's my G-spot;
the place you have been teasing,
almost arousing, causing me
to burn and leak."
I replied, "Oh, you mean the
magic button or magic bean,
called g-spot, right?"
"YES!
It's that sensitive place inside
the inner wall of my chamber
that has swollen and desires
to squirt fresh nectar
for you to drink."
The invitation set my
tongue, fingers, and manhood
on fire.
OH,
what an ejaculation
as I Grafenberged her."
Oh what amazing magic and
pleasure is given by the
secret treasure awaiting
pleasuring inside her wall.
Meet me at the Kissing
Places and we'll explore
your g-spot.
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