three degrees and no batteries
my own fault i suppose
this god awful winter
and Parisians
they don't fuck enough
for the city of love
moody
obstinate
rude
I notice even the decor is lustful
wonder if the statue of the pineapple would do
a fingered pleasure at my desk
sigh escapes lips as i delve inside
discover velvet near my clit
what the hell
i decide
rubbing slowly
run my tongue across my lips
feel my finger slide gently
heat up and I squirm
with the ice beginning to melt
these lonely icy bones
i pass the time with some pleasure
ridding excess clothes as I go
when the lock clicks
he walks in
takes off his jeans
and I think I know
as I look
what to do with those
moves over to the desk
papers fly
pushes me back in the chain
to allow his tongue to reside
where fingers made damp
this pussy of mine
it's nice to be serviced
damn glad he's mine
Does it make you cum?
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Let's get you the hell out of Paris shall we
Tis wonderfully erotic and stimulates, well does the trick.
Splendidly done indeed, thanks for sharing.
Tony
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Yes lets lol and where would that be to go I wonder..your place or mine?
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no it doesnt make me cum lol its a good erotic poemm tho "/
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haha well damn but then I had help so
Shay
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