Got Dick, Part 1

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Crossing off items from one's Bucket List is not that easy.
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Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Why are we still here?

Ain’t no stopping in Capetown

My outlet pink, your plug brown

How else you want me fi bruk it down?

Whisper, my ear

Kiss my neck, there

Grab my waist, here

Long stares and loud whispers

With each step I giggle

In the elevator, we stumble

Which floor?

No faster, we unfasten

Unzippen

Unbutton

Exposed genitalia

Fingers caress my labia

Wheres your key?

I want more

Strolling into this room I will most certainly forget

Understand I am …

Heavily experienced

Still be needing some instructions

So let’s converse until this blunts gone

Cuz, I

Gotta be sure that this what you want

How you want

Like you want

And with every question

I gotta tell you what you can

How you can

Like, right now

Can

Will

Won’t you

Be, not my man

Just a one vacation stand

And while I have your attention

Let me not forget to mention

I like to play

I like to push back

While I throw it back

Hit the right spot for a little splashy splash

Paying for mishaps with ass

I’m gonna make you punish me

You gon’ make me cum

No gentle strokes

Don’t make love to me

Control me

Berate me

I want you to degrade me

Hand on my shoulder

Force me to my knees

Cuz, I’m tryna be ya Throat Baby indeed

Ocean swells around my eyes

With the biggest grin, you smile

Your erection rubs on my wetness

I brace for impact,

You should probably grab that life vest

Bent over this alabaster

My temporary master

Please, slip this wrapper on that package and

Let’s go

Cuz this ain’t no rifle,

We ain’t got no gun

My favorite 9 inched tool,

I use it for fun

So, load up ya pistol

All kill shots

No witnesses

My bullets fly out

Ignore my pouts and shouts

You aired this bitch out

No hesitation

Hair pulling

Forced arches

You stroking

Your hands,

My carotid

No choking

In time to the waves on the boat

I,

Drip-ity, drip-ity

My name is not Lemony

You want me act right?

Then make me

Vibrations

My body

Oooh Lotty dotty

Thrusting, your hobby

Gräfenberg, you found it

Til next time on this alabaster,

5 more days my temporary master

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AnonymousAnonymousover 2 years ago

keep scribblin !

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