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Awakened

Was awakened this fine morning
By the chiming of the door
Grabbed my robe from off the hook
Put it on and nothing more

Looked out through the peephole
To see who rang the bell
I did not recognize her
Who it was, I could not tell

I opened up the deadbolt
Pulled the knob and opened wide
Asked if I could help her
She said, “May I come inside?”

The clothes she wore, tight fitting
Her nipples poking through
Her camel toe was showing
What was I supposed to do?

I said, “Come in you're welcome.
“Don't stand there in the cold.”
My robe came slightly open
My flacid cock had gotten bold

I noticed that she noticed
Because I saw her looking down
The look I saw upon her face
Was a smile and not a frown

As she moved in past me
She wrapped her hand around my wood
Squeezed upon it tightly
Said to me, “That feels so good.”

I barely got the door shut
She was down upon her knees
“Hope you don't mind if I suck it,
While you put your hands on these”

She had removed her tight “T” shirt
Her thirty-eights were nice
I weighed one in each hand
And pinched each nipple once or twice

Her mouth was gently sucking
My whole cock was inside
She was not even choking
As she continued with the ride

Her right hand was massaging
My hanging balls within her grip
I wanted so, to fuck her
Move my hips and let it rip

Stroking myself in and out
She was moaning, did not laugh
My girth is equal to my length
Five inches and one half

Her hand released my swollen nuts
And her mouth took them to hum
I knew, if I did not stop her
I would soon begin to cum

Did not want that to happen
I had seen her camel toe
I would rather cum in it
She moved her mouth and let me go

I stood her up, slid her pants off
Put one leg upon a chair
She was wet and ready
With her pussy dripping there

I tasted of her moisture
Kissed her perfect swollen clit
Stuck my tongue in her vagina
And I wiggled it a bit

She began to climax
I rose to take her with my tool
She had never been here
This was one long April fool

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