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Category: First Time Stories

Author: Hentai96

I know my last poem is smut. When it comes to sex, I am a slut. We could put beads in your and my butt. I am not sure my hole would shut. We would gape until we get our nut. We could dance like Egyptians, including King Tut. I could spill fast, my cum you can gut. We could do this in a yurt or a hut. Do you like golf balls? Your booty can putt. When it comes to sex positions we will never be in a rut. I wonder what you are into, and what things you would like to do. It is better if nobody else knew, about this poem to do the do. Maybe I could draw it, most certainly drew. Now I flip to the back for page 2. Mr. T. will pity the foo. This is nasty poem 2 electric boogaloo. I would love if we licked each other's goo. One thing is for certain, I love all of you. What if we did open mouth kisses? You are not yet a misses. You could butt print with the paint. Nothing is lost, something is gained. I would too but I have a taint. My moves are so fast we might faint. I have no need for dental dams. I want to taste your spam. I do not have a tramp stamp. I want to lick and stick you like a stamp. Stretch on my face so you do not have a cramp. Our loins will be soaked, not damp. I am a freak but I would not use a clamp. I prefer the dark so turn out the lamp. I could give you traffic like an on ramp. When I do it right, you feel done. While we are both screaming out "oh hun", we could do it until we both feel numb, while we swap every drop of cum. My seamen is spicy, have some Tums, unless you prefer it in the bum. People will think we are from the slum. Keep your mind in the gutter, you might say "yum". The things you could do with a ball of gum, drop in a quarter and here it comes. Turn the lever Cronk. You can pretend I am Gronk. On first contact you hear a bonk. I am delicious and over nutritious. Sour, sweet, gone, downloaded like the movie Tron. Sex is not a sprint but a marathon. Do we or do we not keep cloths on? I love our tight pants, over that we bond. We do it like Buzz Lightyear, to infinity and beyond. After we finish we will need Gold Bond. The friction in the kitchen, and swimming in the pond, wherever we do it, the memory will be fond. Then we do it again before we abscond. What if we saved up as if we had barer bonds? What if I hit a homerun as if I was Barry Bonds?