Flames Of Fran

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Intense evening.
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I feel the searing hot flames of Fran.
What did you do to this young man?

You burned my heart and fried my soul.
It always was your number one goal.

You clawed my back and ate my flesh.
I hope my body was nice and fresh.

You were hungry and I was your dinner.
By tonight you are declared a winner.

My back bleeds but it was all worth it.
You gave me a view of those nice tits.

I salivated before your sweaty skin.
Tonight shall be my biggest sin.

Your silken legs wrapped around me tight.
You had the power to make this a wonderful night.

We screamed, we cried, and we bled.
My bed was drenched in the color red.

What you did to me was so unreal.
Hooking up certainly sealed the deal.

You grabbed a handful of my swollen cock.
I didn't once think of looking at the clock.

Once inside you it was all about me.
My nosy neighbors wish they could see.

You were the best thing to happen tonight.
I surrendered and didn't put up a fight.

You promised we'd do it one more time.
My body in pain was all worth a dime.

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