A Pussy For Breakfast

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After a good night's sleep
I love to wake up in
the morning and touch
your still moist pussy.
I nibble your neck,
tracing your hot skin
with my wet tongue;
approaching your garden
I get a sniff of the
heavenly aroma emitting
from your sacred prize;
my tongue dips slowly
and drags between the lips
that are starting to swell;
then I dip deeper, up
and down the valley of joy;
oh, what a breakfast;
to think lunch will be shortly
and then dinner...wow, what
a day of feasting on your pussy.

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