Spilled Erotic Measure (Take 2)

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Part 2 of the 2 part series

Updated 03/19/2021
Created 07/30/2007
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Did it rain? Sure, several inches they say,
yet we found something more in the backseat
and fogged the windows in my Chevrolet.

We could have measured it in cups the way
it poured – I guess a D cup maybe C,
did it rain? Yeah, several inches they say.

We measured more than rain in our display,
like length and depth once and again as we
fogged up the windows in my Chevrolet.

Still wanting more we continued to play
measuring girth from inside her pussy,
boy did it rain, several inches they say.

I must admit I’m proud because all day
my cock remained hard – that blue pill was sweet
in the fogged windows of my Chevrolet.

It was a pleasure they can’t take away
a spilled erotic measure so complete
when it rained – several inches they say
we fogged all the windows in my Chevrolet

 

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