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Category: First Time Stories
Author: Hentai96
What if we went to the store and picked out lube? Whether it be in a bottle, vat, or tube, it could be the scented kind. It is made for the grind. It is my guilty pleasure, to play with my treasure, and fantasize about a girl's behind. Hand sanitizer is like a lube dispenser. I am not sure we are ready to shop at Spencer's. I already know your response and answer. I am not sure what we could do with a candle decanter. I beg you please let me talk dirty. I need to express my darkest needs, the things I want to do with you, those unspoken deeds, are natural and bizarre, yet most peoples' creed. I would never expect anything from you, that would be greed. I am like a tree that wants to spread seed. I do not have a 1970's mustache like Tweed. A huge part of me wants to be freed. Store bought is the only safe way to use beads. I wonder what you would want to do to me. I guess time will tell. I guess we will see. I wonder what you look up on your internet feed. When it comes to boys you attract a flock. Although I am weird I hope you never press "block". I would love to lick clean your crocs. I am the reason your parents bought a lock. If I were on a panty raid I would sniff your jock. I want to lick you from head to toe, and make you scream out "oh". I want you to do me like it is your job. It is for you that I really throb. What creative things could you do with a doorknob? Could you pick clean the corn on the cob? I would cum for you in gobs. Would you like to be gang banged by a mob? Could you look at the camera man named Rob? Are you the kind that post coideal sobs? Or do you light up a cigarette, and pace full of no regret? We could join the mile high club in a jet. I have to ask are you wet yet? You do not want to know what I did with the bouncy balls. You have long legs, that is why you are tall. We could probably do anal, I can fit, I am small. You are so much more than just a booty call. I would prefer you not work a hole in a wall. We could use a sex doll. It took balls to write this poem, I had the gall. I would love to grind with you at a dancehall. I would like to chew your prechewed gumball. I would like to see an X movie with you at the mall. I am running out of nastiness to speak to you all. I love your natural scent. It is truly Heaven sent. We should get bent. I hope this hard poem does not leave a dent.