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An erotic description of lust that flows.
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Let my body be your muse.
Let my skin be your canvas.
Feel the texture gently
Feel the ups and downs
Plan your contours on me
Feel the way it's adorned
With your licks and juices.
Your tongue swirling
on those brown buds
Making them harder
Your tongue tasting my juices
Deep Within my pussy
Making it wetter.
Let your hands feel all of it.
Take out your hard pen
Let it get harder
with every stroke
Every hard fuck.
Check the conditions
With your own pen.
Write all over me
with your precum.
Stroke your shaft
Squeeze your balls.
Let the juices free
Smear it all over me.
Let it deal with my feelings,
Depth, warmth, and wetness.
Let my slick mix with yours.
Lets create a new ink
For you to etch out
All the horny agreements.
Finally cum all over me
Let the the white ink
Flow freely and write,
The terms and conditions
That our naked bodies agree
That our horny minds need
That our lusty souls want.
Write all over me.
And mark your signature
Come on take out the pen
Your hard erect pen- is
And sign me up.
For the erotic deal
And the pleasure that we seek
And own me like your own.
Take out that pen- is.
And sign me up now.

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