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A Bad Mama Jama
She sat on my lap, her long blonde hair falling on me
as I drew up the hem of her short skirt, my hand gliding
up her thighs to find her naked cunt streaming,
gasping. My fingers circling her clit as she unbuttoned
her blouse. Her nipples erect like swollen medallions,
aching without protest. As my fingers parted her labia,
brushing aside footsteps, and the carbs flowing from
her cunt, echoing a Bad Mama Jama in the corridor.
Hungering for my cock's pablum, Bad Mama Jama.
as I drew up the hem of her short skirt, my hand gliding
up her thighs to find her naked cunt streaming,
gasping. My fingers circling her clit as she unbuttoned
her blouse. Her nipples erect like swollen medallions,
aching without protest. As my fingers parted her labia,
brushing aside footsteps, and the carbs flowing from
her cunt, echoing a Bad Mama Jama in the corridor.
Hungering for my cock's pablum, Bad Mama Jama.
Published 1st Feb 2025
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