Of all the places I’ve spilled my seed, I love Your picnic basket.
Category: erotica
Swoon
That bastard swagger Brings her to her knees, just like Every other time.
Summer Night
The small of your back, Cooled by my hand, you ask me If we are alone
In the Sunflowers
Clasp your palm against My quivering lips so no One hears my moaning.
Tell-tale
Upon her fingers, Her G string dangles, thirst so Savage must I slake
Rays Linger
Sunbeam caresses Lovely buttocks, dies lonely Death in her anus
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