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The urge to rough handle
And clench ass muscles to lurid view
Rubbing to raw-skinned, a sac tough throbbing,
A mirror to spew on
Gaze in luxury and lick
Drink up vanillined dribbles
Slicks and sticks for face rubs.
Have to clench and dig nails
Scraping the fleshy trails
Marking bloody trespassings for thrills.
The slit of breath drifts by
Sizzles and breaks heated tension.
A plea muttered
Grunting, heaves all doubt smashing.
Push it open a touch
Now you're lathered too slick.
Grind into that mirrored heat
Squeals and slides churn the view,
Muscled mounds keep pinching for the upward ream.
Too vast a spewing jism,
The stomach is sliding a frenzied rasp
The mirror a fogged testimony.
Both hands are smearing the remnants,
Thrusting for a mouthful's slurp
Swallows gusto and glee
Inhaling, your face fingering to bite,
Finger tips spark .
If the door were to slacken
T'would reveal what's rotten
But you've weaned the age