My hungering soul

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AlinaX
AlinaX
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My first was sweet, we fumbled oft
I worked him with my hand
Though his cock was ever hard
His kisses were too bland
He popped my cherry on the beach
And mixed my blood with sand

My second was a biker chick
Her leather made me melt
I never could resist her tongue
The punishment she dealt
I broke the night with needful screams
Each time she raised a welt

My third was such a gentleman
He always wore a suit
He’d cuff me naked to the bed
And stand and aim and shoot
Or sometimes he would kneel and lick
Each cum-splashed leather boot

My fourth and fifth were married men
Who weren’t entirely gay
I spread my legs and spread my lips
And let them have their way
It didn’t last, but still I had
A very pleasant day

The sixth was quite extraordinary
A cock that all admired
Such thick and creamy cum shot forth
Whenever it was fired
But it was never mine to keep
And by the hour was hired

None I’ve found that satisfy
I always yearn for more
It only turns me on when called
A dirty, rotten whore
Monogamy and ‘making love’
Are such an utter bore

I spend my nights admired by men
While spinning round a pole
Or on my knees I wait for cocks
Pushed through the glory hole
With every spit and drip of cum
I feed my hungering soul

AlinaX
AlinaX
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AlinaXAlinaXover 6 years agoAuthor

This one has quite a slow pacing to it.

Thanks for the comments!

tazz317tazz317over 6 years ago
A NYMPH WITH A FETISH OR TWO

and the sole hungers with thoughts, TK U MLJ LV NV

aparody75aparody75over 6 years ago
Slow starter

Usually in engaged at the beginning, but bored close to the end. This was the other way around.

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