Quixotic Men

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What lies beneath the surface is not necessarily tender
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No cunny for the old men, thrilled to bits
By my submission in a threadbare gown;
They perch, as they observe my naked tits,
Pleased that I strip. Without a curse or frown,
I'll spurn all covering, if they request
Obedient déshabillée to excite
Their sordid thoughts, (that must get off their chests,
When I get naked quickly to delight
The sense they're in control), but is this so?
No matter how they test the power exchange,
Even reduced to brute force, can this show
That they're in charge or simply quite deranged:
They know that I would laugh and find it funny,
That such quixotic men take charge of cunny...

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HumpDayHoratioHumpDayHoratio7 days ago

Hmmm….I’m a quixotic old man now! The truth is my dear…you’re always in control. Us old men are easily led!

Tail_GunnerTail_Gunner8 days ago

A HARD Summer Night

Tail_GunnerTail_Gunner8 days ago

a "five spot" for sure ! ... as always !!

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oh ... check out my just posted story ... A Hot Hummer Night

... take care, stay safe levi coldwater

HottieOlwenHottieOlwen9 days ago

The male of the species leaves Méli baffled

They go to a strip club and leer

At this beautiful woman, who, whilst taking off her clothes

Is wondering "Is that old bloke queer?"

He sits in his seat and plays with his cock

Whilst ogling and breathing quite fast

At the sight of her tits or her lovely shaved cunt

The cock stands up at full mast.

But given the chance to fit cock into cunt

He desists and acts very shy

Méli laughs at his reluctance, flips him the bird

And exiting the stage, spits in his eye.

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