Married

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lilywhite31
lilywhite31
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I open my email
And seeing your message
Feel my heart pounding
My breathing increases

I rub my thighs together
Feel my pussy moisten
I hope my husband stays away
Long enough for me orgasm

You call me your little slut
You know all my secret desires
You’re more than I deserve
My slutty body’s on fire

Will I meet you tomorrow?
Will I wear the clothes you pick?
Will I forget every vow?
Will I be your little bitch?

I’m more wet than I’ve ever been
When I tell him I have to work late tomorrow
I don’t want to ruin my whole life
But I need to be your whore

Laying in my bed I remember every sentence
I feel him turn away
Alone again in the night
I pray to feel your hands

Feel your hands on my lips
On my ass, on my pussy
Feel you shove your cock
Up high, your dick is buried.

I try to bite my lip
My body starts to tremble
Straining against my hand
I cum alone again.

lilywhite31
lilywhite31
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Sman4444Sman4444over 1 year ago

Sad but not untrue description of some marriages. Don’t neglect your wife! Don’t stop communicating with each other!

AnonymousAnonymousabout 11 years ago
Change Title

The exotic poem marred by the title! Change it!

AnonymousAnonymousabout 15 years ago
The other man's

I do love fucking another man's wife. Your poem tells why.