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Buttercup

Early morning, I’m half asleep, My ass curled towards your belly, Three blankets warm and heavy over us, Shelter. Your two fingers on my asshole, Spreading spit, spreading lube, Like spreading jam something sweet, In circles inwards and I rub … Continue reading

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What I Want

You are making wings on my back, The spread of the sound of the force so hard, And I can’t really think at all, I love my flesh being molded by you, Then the whole of you laying on me, … Continue reading

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Next Time

How was I to know? The curve of your waist, And then your ass as wide as a snowy field, I tramp along, my hands gripping the edges of you, Rubbing my cunt over your boots, Tall black boots and … Continue reading

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