Not Very Nice

by The Dark Poet   Apr 22, 2009


She said she likes to feel the waves on my head
and the feel of the waves of my tongue.
Mm-mm she moaned as she said,
yeah, that'll get the job done.
Knew she was having fun as her hips started grinding. Slowly whining stomach jumping.
Pumping in and out. Then just when it begins to clutch up n get tight. I get up and say
........ sorry i told my friends id meet em right now

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