Erotic PoetryThe Hot SpotShe, buffed in talcum powder and glitter, didn't crack a smile when I tucked a dollar bill in the fat folds of her prickly labia majora. She thrust out her cunt as if to say glide another dollar across my wet slit. Stop here. She rubbed my hair and called me Sweetie.
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