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Mating Dance

bybassbelly©

Mating Dance

She lay supine upon my bed,
A smile upon her lips.
The gentle slope of her firm breasts,
Her curving shapely hips.

I gazed upon her treasure,
A wonder to behold.
Worth more than any plunder,
Worth more to me than gold.

She gently whispered to me,
"The time has come, my man,
To take me to the places
Where I have never been."

I kissed her lips so tender,
I looked into her soul.
And then I took my pecker
And slammed it in her hole!

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