Naughty Bag of Treats
By: Julia L. Clark
Sensual
Seductive
Passionately
Slow
Erotic steams
Of moist lips
Spread
And unfold
Delicious bags of treats
Wrapped in suck my fingers
One by one
And make sure its force
Behind each jar lock
So you can be certain to
Do the job right
And make me crave
In the middle of
Bubble bath suds
Earthly erotic mud’s
Are such a stimulating
High of my erogenous zone as
The phone rings moans
Of constant slippery wetness
So impatiently zest
Your eyes read in clear
If I want your steel
Just be a dick thief and gladly
Take it against
Oh yes will
Your face
Fail on my pussy hill
And sent me through surgeries
Of shivering and shaking
Cum.
As I collapse
And took a killer slamming up against
My naughty treats wall
All that the whispering shadows heard
Was yes bitch
Of thick thighs and
Shake a feather tits up against
Some fresh to death wall hits
Nails clinging skin
While sweats break free
And marry matrimony
Round two.
This is Willie Wonka's Place
And the bag of treats and pussy land
Shit I retired those batteries
To buy me a automatic window fan
He sucking my pussy juice
Like a rage narcotic fan.
Damn this is a delicious
Man
With a whole lot of bag
Of treats.
We re written our vowels
To be naked
In the middle of sunrise
To be more wild and abstract
While pleasure is tattooed on
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Originally Posted On Site: 2008-02-21 23:53:32
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