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Click hereIt's my birthday
I've just turned twenty four
And I'm peeping through an open door
I'm watching the man from next door
I'm watching him down on the floor
I'm watching the man from next door
He and my mother down on the floor
I'm watching the man from next door
Finger my mother who's begging for more
I watch him give pussy a lick
Mum gasps as he pulls out his prick
It's long, hard and grand
Like the one in my hand
A truly magnificent stick
I'm watching the man from next door
Fucking my mum like a whore
Her thighs open wide
He blows off deep inside
And their love dribbles down on the floor
Now they fuck every Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday
And Friday at quarter to four
The man creams and creams
Mum cums hard and screams
Her cunt is red, puffy and sore
I'm watching the man from next door
Fucking my mum on the floor
They know I have seen them
And they know it's a sin
But they know I'll stay silent
'Cause they let me join in
The best poem on this site by far. Damn that was good.
What a great present. better than blowing out candles.