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Speak my Name
Speak my name with soft low moans
Grind your mound against my lips
Grab my hair with frantic hands
Spread your legs so wide so wide
And when you gasp and arch
I will mount you. thrust inside you
Deep Into your hot wet secret place
Till you and I cry out in unison
And my hot seed spurts from
Me to you, mingling in you and
Slowly perfumes the air with
Musky odours which tell of
Passion past and passion
Yet to come.
Grind your mound against my lips
Grab my hair with frantic hands
Spread your legs so wide so wide
And when you gasp and arch
I will mount you. thrust inside you
Deep Into your hot wet secret place
Till you and I cry out in unison
And my hot seed spurts from
Me to you, mingling in you and
Slowly perfumes the air with
Musky odours which tell of
Passion past and passion
Yet to come.
Published 14th Mar 2023
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15th Mar 2023 6:34am
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- Edited 8th Jul 2023 7:45pm
15th Mar 2023 3:01pm
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