“Bend me over, babe”
It wasn’t a request -
Not with that fire in her eyes.
She didn’t want to be kissed,
Or licked,
Or romanced,
Just satisfied.
She wanted it now -
Filling and stretching her,
Riding her until she screamed,
Flooding her with liquid fire.
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