Bolivara
Gast
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 Verfasst am: 20.02.2007, 06:36 Titel: seasonal poem |
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He laid her on the table so clean and bare
His forehead wet with beads of sweat.
He rubbed her here and rubbed her there
He touched her neck, felt her breast and caressed the rest
Drooling with anticipation felt her thigh, her slit was wet and the time was nigh.
The hole was wide and he looked inside
Carefully he managed her loins to spread, as he got ready to stuff the seasoned bread
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