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Which I Could Tell By The Tan Lines
She
was at
the beach which I
could tell by the tan lines
on her naked body before
she smiled, cupped my ass and made me drill my
joystick into her cum bucket
until my cum gun shot
a load into
that blonde's
gash.
was at
the beach which I
could tell by the tan lines
on her naked body before
she smiled, cupped my ass and made me drill my
joystick into her cum bucket
until my cum gun shot
a load into
that blonde's
gash.
Published 11th Aug 2023
Author's Note
This is my first bell poem which is from the point of view of one person who offers up an opinion on a fellow beachcomber.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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The author encourages honest critique.
Seductively dramatic poem.
You might be interested to read one of my earlier poems on DUP, yours brought it back to mind.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/70557-white-bits/
You might be interested to read one of my earlier poems on DUP, yours brought it back to mind.
https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/70557-white-bits/
11th Aug 2023 10:35am
