A Good Luck Piece

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             An Italian Lad's Irish Good Luck Piece

I work my way to the bar to survey the pickup scene
"Hello Santo, are you looking for a new pretty queen?"
The girl was alone; she greeted me with a big smile.
"Hey Linda, you look really good, it's been a while"

I pat her hand and kiss her cheek to begin  my charm
But in walks a chick and taps me gently on the arm
Pretty young Kelly snuggles close, a buxom Irish miss
"If you want me, lets go " On my cheek she lay a kiss

Very quickly I took her hand, and we leave the place
Outside we stop and I hold her in a tender embrace
We walk faster; there was a sizzle of electricity in the air
I admire her beauty, her lovely blue eyes and golden hair

Last week I had hit on Kelly, but she only gave a coy smile
We parted with a kiss, I thought success would take a while
Now, inside her place I take her coat, and then carry her to bed
We kiss with passion; I felt her curves as she lay on the spread

The embrace is warm and soon she surrenders lovely breasts
God, I am hard and ready to love this girl, quickly she is undressed
I move on top, and then very firmly tell her to raise her pretty knees
I put my weapon to this Irish pussy, into delicious sweetness I squeeze

              I went deep, I want to enjoy and give her all of my full measure
              She wiggles her  hips and raises her knees for more pleasure
              Her gasps show her appreciation; I feel the softness of her thighs
              She is wild and tight as I thrust to her gentle moans and sighs

She gives a hug as her sweet breasts bounce with each thrust
Soon I unload my gun with a long groan and end my immediate thirst
After a while we have a kiss, I meet her blue eyes and felt her soft skin
Then we celebrate the joy of being a man and a woman again

Kelly is now my willing Irish lass a glamorous pretty stew
She is away from home and wants to celebrate the right to screw
Big blue eyes, blond hair, just 22 and plenty of bedroom class
Her body was made for love, nice breasts and a tight little ass

She had been prone to use her beauty on men to tease
Now this lovely was my private stock to love as I please
Sometimes she is bitchy, but I would spank her nice ass
Then she would be sweet and become a very lovable lass

We screw day and night at every chance, it was a lovely song
We fall in love , the days were beautiful the nights were long
Then she dates an old flame, the fire starts and our love fell apart
We end our romance, she left me and it broke my heart

As I look into the summer sky, tonight is calm and clear
I remember an Irish lass, I am thinking of someone dear
I see your face when  I gaze into the heavens and see stars bright
Take care, someday I wonder if you are thinking of me tonight?
 


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AnonymousAnonymousover 8 years ago
A Lucky GUY

How does a guy get this lucky to find an innocent young chick in heat?

AnonymousAnonymousabout 15 years ago
Sexy Stuff

Keep it up!!!

AnonymousAnonymousabout 15 years ago
Real Talent

One of the better submissions