the parlor

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laying back as this illegal immigrant swallows my cock over and over.
my hand on her ass, stroking, feeling her tight young skin.
her hair tickling my thighs as she works.
will she continue the massage after this?
i twist my own nipples as she licks my balls.

she slides up my leg, her pussy hair thick.
like a mechanic she fits my cock inside and slides.
slides back and forth making sure we're both wet.
she lays over my chest and fucks me.
tiny moans, fake

i wrap my arms around her and roll
she is under me, her fucking was to slow and soft
i came here for sport fucking to kill whats in my head
i start pumping. i paid for this. i should get what I want.
i fuck her harder and faster.
i suck on her small tits and tug her nipples.
she moans harder and in time with my fucking.

i do all the pornos taught me to do.
i fuck with the power of a linebacker to clear my head.
i haven't been satisfied since i was a child.
will i be now?
i already know.

my hands travel her body trying to capture her softness.
i hold the back of her neck and pull her to a kiss.
of course. what did i expect?
i might as well stop fucking her. its over.
but my hips are a machine and i fuck until i cum.
squeeze my eyes shut and pray to get lost in my orgasm.

maybe next time i will find abandon.
i shouldn't have kissed her.

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CeriseNoireCeriseNoirealmost 17 years ago
Just love...

the two final lines of this poem. The overall rhythm just adds to the mood of erotic desperation.

AmyfriendAmyfriendabout 17 years ago
A very moving and erotic...

poem, just dripping with sensuality. Well done.

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