Aye, I saw
her strutting there
Dooney what
his name on her shoulder
Caught the scent of the night before
Clouded her
like the mist in the morning
Her arms
flair on the sides
Her nails;
take me down to the knees
Stretched
me boxers down
I liked my
flesh lined to her PVC
Bondage and
restraints included
I am the
hard statue to her feel
She could
swung me in any way
I am
collared to her taste either way
Spiked me
she whispered to me
I could not
resist when there were none
Above the hem of her skirt
Slitter in
I burrowed through
I loved
them heels high in heights
And makes
it ideal for the entry
I looked at
her expression
She was
enjoying it the hilt
She then
told me the hard facts
It’s my
milk bottle you are plunging
Do you mind
if I take it home
For I am in
need for samples
For my DNA
testing for the exam
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