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Click hereBanana Love
It began with a Sunday walk
On an April morn
Next to a trickling stream
With sunshine entering their hearts
And the drive home was peaceful
With ears open to song and the conversation turned to lust
And the trickling stream was now in her loin
Wondering what might come next
He did have plans
That he kept hidden from view
They were lovers and knew it was best
They entered their home
With passion in mind
And he told her to lay on the bed
She did as she's told
Which made him more bold
And he blinded her with scarves and with ropes
She cried out with anger and lust
Wanting corruption, feeling she must
He stood there naked, from behind
Asking himself what would be fine
Rather than wonder he demanded her open
And stuck it inside her despite its verboten
He told her what was there
And grasped her blonde hair
And pulled, and pushed it inside..
I guess if you are dating or having affairs you need have a trunk full of scarfs, ropes, chains, handcuffs, titty clamps, dildos etc. I always managed without all that paraphernalia to give and extract great pleasure. Guess I didn't know what I was missing, damn. Sex might have been so much better!