- Erotic Poetry
- Thick Vanilla Ripple, Pound Cake
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I love my dessert with just a little extra; wait I'm kidding myself a whole lot of extra is more tempting. While my temptation is a black man running for his life on a plantation, I pounder.
Do I dare sink my teeth? To taste your vanilla flesh to grab at your soft vanilla cheeks. To dive within, to take my whole face and plant it in between your warm Vanilla Cheeks.
Licking your Scrumptious hole rimming it with my tongue, kissing your inner cheeks savoring with bites of love, while my anxious tongue sliding up and down your delicious crack.
Twisting my fingers and thrusting them deep in your puss, my tongue wiggling. Down, diving in the Vanilla Pound Cake Love, Giving your Cheeks much needed love as I taste the “Vanilla Ripple Pound Cake.”
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