Picasso's Pounding

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Picasso can play rough when called upon.
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Picasso, like great painters all,
Can have a dark side too.
When lusting canvas makes that call.
Pain can be pleasure too.

When canvas needs her strokes more rough,
Due to her inner needs,
Picasso can provide enough,
To do the dirty deed.

Deep down inside Picasso lies,
A dark primitive soul.
When begged by needy canvas eyes,
He tends to lose control.

Picasso then begins to pump,
With powerful poundings,
Into her shock absorbing rump,
Growling primal soundings.

Her pussy's pummeling persists,
By Picasso's stiff brush.
For even he cannot resist,
Such lustful primal rush.

But when Picasso's Pounding ends,
Her needs fully sated,
Then time Picasso with her spends,
Leaving her sedated.

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