- Erotic Poetry
- Whore
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He
Grabbed my throat,
Backed me up against the door
And called me a whore.
Kicked my legs apart
And asked me what a whore like me wanted...
Through excited gasps, THIS WHORE HERE replied "more".
And he then spread my legs...
Pushed his hand inside my panties...
Touched the softest place on earth and then proceeded to stroke my clit...
It's like he downloads the cheat codes to turn me into a dirty bitch.
And at my dirtiest sometimes it's not enough...
His tongue replaces his finger
and as IIIIIII...
Ugghhhhhhhhh......
Ahhhhhhhhhhh.......
SQUIRTTTTTTTTTTT
all over his beard
my scent will now linger.
Legs?
Back behind my head.
He won't .
Let.
Up!
Keeps pounding
each stroke a little deeper than the last....
Shiiiiiiitttttttt!
Strokes like this make me cum fast!
Oh shit!
this mf is fucking me better than anyone has in the past!
I feel the build...
I hear the strokes...
And now the blast
as my asshole winks,
Pussy skeets,
Laying in a wet spot on
Fucked up sheets
Nothing is off limits
I've told you before....
But if you gone fuck ya girl proper...
Call me a whore.
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