A Verse To Sex
The clothes are off and your heart pounds.
There is a touch of skin and your members are awoken.
The tongue is unleashed and your chops are welcoming.
There is commotion now and your body sweats.
The mouth is full and your eyes are shot.
There are sounds now and your voice can be heard.
The cake is served and your waist awaits.
The tool is in and your legs are apart.
The thrusts are hard and your hands clutch the sheets.
The balls knot with a heave and your cock is set.
The mouth takes another bite and your body quakes.
The bed is wet now and your eyes want more.
Written by Bloom
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5 Comments
Delle
December 23, 09:18Deep words.
Johnny
December 23, 11:49Is that not Adekunle Gold?
Yazz Soltana
December 27, 16:55Fuck,,it really looks like him …
Mmmmm
quinn
December 24, 00:04fuuuuck!!! This just made my terrible day all better. What’s not to love about this? Beautiful
beryl04
December 25, 18:51Nice one Bloom.