Reunions: #23 Claudia Flacon

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Updated 08/30/2017
Created 11/22/2015
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erectus123
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Reunions: #23 Claudia Flacon

Claudia Flacon, from the Georgia outback
Flaming red hair and an enormous fine rack
Breasts built like torpedoes silent and firm
I'd imagine sucking them as she'd squirm
Tits so wide, so long, so nice
A pair you'd look at more than twice
I used to jerk off dreaming of her red hair
Tits bouncing as she came down the school's stair
With her peachy ass and wild expression
She was my true obsession
Claudia starred in a teledrama when just 16
I watched on TV every scene
But acting wasn't her knack
She ended up on her back
John Rumansky treated her real mean
Got her pregnant and said she was obscene
Showed up in court with seven friends
Who said she fucked and blew
everyone of them
"You are a regular nymphomaniac Miss"
The Judge said, "Case dismissed"
This was before DNA tests
The defense attorney had to rest
The liars never got the test
I saw her years back
Working Times Square
Same big tits, same red hair
I asked her what she was doing there
She said $100, which seemed fair
We went in some fleabag hotel
The lobby of bug spray smelled
I got us a room for 50 bucks
She disrobed and began to dick suck
I held her pretty face in my hands
Her lips were red, her expression bland
My cock was hard; she rolled on a rubber glove
Laid back on the bed, spread her legs, said, "go love"
I tried to unhook her lace brassier
She lifted the cup and held it near
I grabbed her nipple and sucked as I pumped
I came so fast her hand did thump
On my back as if to say
"It's over sir," I wanted to stay, I didn't stir
But time was passing so I did demur
I gave her tit one last kiss
"That fuck was worth plenty, Miss"
I'd waited a lifetime to find that relief
Now time was passing like a thief
I never said I knew her from school
No need to be cruel when you're using your tool
Her body was still real fine
Gorgeous real tits and a heart shaped behind
Of course she was a little fatter
This happens with time but it didn't matter
I gave her an extra fifty when we were done
I said all the best to you hon
She kissed me on the cheek
Whispered in her soft drawl speak
"Say hello to that old gang of mine
Just tell them that I'm doing fine"

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erectus123erectus123about 8 years agoAuthor
yes dear Ash

there are some woman who strike your balls with a hammer (metaphorically) and you can never forget them

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