Eating Dessert Alone
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Posted:Mar 9, 2020 3:44 am
Last Updated:May 22, 2020 9:29 am
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A dream come true it would be, more than luck
Not to be just your thousandth little fuck.
Or having a heart that holds onto you,
My entire being - muscles, sinew,
My bones, my soul and my Whispering Eye -
Wet, like the two which see all that you hide.
Aching for you more than ever before,
Knowing right now that you're fucking some .
Hot and bothered, with one thought I can't lick:
Are you with the slut who made me so sick?
I can picture her now, every hole filled,
You can't do shit, only watch her get drilled.
She has no choice but to stand in her toes...
...a load in her ass that comes out her nose!
No tread on the tires towards her G-spot,
Unlike my own, which is silky and taute.
Yet these two throbbing cocks cannot go on!
Impaling the slut from dusk until dawn,
The men have grown raw, they're starting to sting
She moans like a slut, though she can't feel a thing.
She drinks one man, never losing her place.
The other blows his...all over your face!
These just desserts may just be in my head,
But satisify more than wishing you dead.
Wishing you'd cum in me, come back to me...
Hoping from you, one day, I'll be set free.
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