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Anonymous
Flaccid strengthens, hardens seeking virgin pubic gardens 'neath a howling moon "Mine"!, He cries, "Soon"! He grabs her from behind one thought upon his mind she struggles, knowingly He counters, flowingly their erotic violent dance His one and only chance to take this, thing, so fine quenching manly thirst like wine He peaked, and she will cry He stands, zips his fly tearful, fearful she redresses "I love you", he confesses "See ya again... soon"
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