Stretched Tightly

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sensuall
sensuall
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Changerooms delightfully conceal
Squeals and pressings against
Those floor-ceiling giggling mirrors.

My thonged-stretchy spandex
Cupped a tightly sheered sac
And sheathed an engorged member.

Tugging and fondling
Easing into a sweated pleading ass.

To grind that silvered voyeur
Bucking my assed muscles
Viced profile,
Merely greasing that image
Smashed release.

Now the sale's a sticky messed profligate
No shame I'll pay
She'll accept and palm the ooze.

Charge to secretion please.

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RhymeFairyRhymeFairyover 18 years ago
Secretions of Pleasure ~

Grrrrrr ~!!!

Love it ~ Love it ~ Love it ~ !!!!

*Grins*

I wanna go to that store.

Loved the imagery, and flow.

All over -----.

Nice, very Hot poem here ~!!

don87654don87654over 18 years ago
Intriguing

That reminded me of my days at Wal-Mart as a janitor (building maintenance). We had a shoplifter once that masturbated all over the inside walls of the changing rooms, and then left with the door open. While changing room personnel and security people were looking at that mess, the shoplifter walked out of the store with over $300 worth of merchandise, we figured out later, when the cops found him out in the parking lot with no sales slips, but a Wal-Mart shopping bag.

CuriouswifeCuriouswifeover 18 years ago
Changing rooms can be fun

I remember Sears fondly. ;) Thanks for bringing back the memories.

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