He rubs himself against her sex. Such bliss
is quite the usual fare for dreamy pets;
His sliding up and down ensures she wets
her sex quite thoroughly; he'll not resist
instructing her;
So, quietly, the hiss
of his voice mingles with her sighs; and yet
she wants much more; and she is really set
on delights that are serendipitous;
Let love be unexpected; let his hands
spread both her bottom cheeks: he'll see her arse
is opened up - an eager little hub;
Let dreams of cock thrill her with harsh demands;
she will not sleep, but screams that he should pass
his cum and make her cream - aye there's the rub.
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