the Accountant's Rear......

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Our accountant's an innocent dear....
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Ashesh9
Ashesh9
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Our accountant's an innocent dear....
She possesses a delectable derriere
shaped not like apple; but shapely pear!
which makes male colleagues leer....
without angry Wifey's fear!
but female colleagues doth sneer.....
in sheer frustrated jealousy:
they at her Bottom do jeer?!?

Buxom,Petite, Round
one day she was found
with bottom splayed on glass wall
and teetering heels firmly on ground
but Skirt decently covered mons'n mound
but Horny, Wicked Boss was around!?

seated in glass Cabin
her Arse, he was eyein'
her Bum he was sketchin'
the married Hubby was sinnin'
he didn't believe in Wankin'
he jus'wanted to give her a Spankin'!!!

Ashesh9
Ashesh9
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deuciacdeuciacover 7 years ago
Ass and red wine

Reminds me of my Master - He loves my ass - as He loves His wine - both in copious amounts

Ashesh9Ashesh9over 7 years agoAuthor
For Erectus--- a verse:----

I love Hiney

More than filthy money !

To get a glimpse of Ass

A cup of wine, i'll pass !

Ashesh9Ashesh9over 7 years agoAuthor
Same to you,Bro!!!.....

To Erectus the Loyal, Faithful Comrade!!!

erectus123erectus123over 7 years ago
Oh dear Ashesh, ----5

best of the seasons greeting to one who loves the "arse" more than wine and honey

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