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Click hereDream Girl
I wish I could fuck Lady Clarissa,
She’s ever the girl of my dreams.
She may be well married with children,
But how sexy she always seems.
I used to dream nightly about her,
But then we both drifted apart.
Yet still I kept dreaming about her -
She’s ever there deep in my heart.
We used to write notes to each other.
I longed for a good cyber kiss.
To hold in my arms would be heaven
My perfect, my ultimate bliss.
But out of respect I just cybered,
It would have been silly to meet.
Such meetings may suit someone single,
But neither of us wanted to cheat.
But in my mind’s eye I still see her,
Dressed just in her Sunday best frock.
Underneath she’s quite bare, of that I’m aware,
As her puss lips encircle my cock.
We part after reaching a climax
And our juices both mingle – sublime!
But quick as a flash we manoeuvre
To partake in what’s called sixty-nine.
The juice from her cunt is like nectar -
It runs like a stream from the slit.
I’d drink it for ever and ever
And ever, and every last bit.
I know that my cum is mixed with it,
But does that detract me at all?
My cock’s in her mouth with cum on it,
But she will not waste it at all.
But this is no more than a fancy.
It’s not really happening in life.
I’m still in my chair, although I’m stripped bare,
(I’ve got to watch out for my wife!)
But I’d still like to fuck with Clarissa,
She’s ever the girl in my mind.
But still I can dream of my dear cyber queen
Then wank till I start to turn blind.
Lady Clarissa must be extremely well pleased with the way you see her. Have you two ever met?