To Fuck or Be Fellated?

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erectus123
erectus123
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To fuck or be fellated?
That is the question.
The answer herein related.

Is it better to penetrate and deeply ejaculate?
Erect in the mouth of my mistress, a sweet fate
An occasion she genuinely enthralls
While tongue and hand pump,
as she sucks upon my balls?
I watch as she swallows my seed,
a lovely sight indeed.

I remain undecided, as to preference,
I enjoy both variations of this ancient reference.
A delight never too old to be forgotten,
though the deity favors those begotten.

If there is anything better than these exertions?
I hope to discover those assertions.
Of their existence, I have my doubts
Of cunt and mouth, I can't do without.

Again today I will enter my mistress' chamber,
Never knowing how if the hour will tame her?
But that I will be satisfied, I will posit,
My ball sack will be as empty as a crumpled paper bag
once my copious seed is well deposited.

I wonder if it may come to pass
that I will fuck her in the ass?

erectus123
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Pineapple_PizzaPineapple_Pizzaalmost 4 years ago
Relatable

As a man, I can most definitely relate with the feeling!

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 4 years ago
God bless

Erectus, still at it!

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