”
His muscles strain, her teeth clench
With each thrusting stroke;
Roll your eyes back baby
And the deity invoke!
She breathes the cold air deeply
And feels her body surge,
Tingle, heave and rattle
As he brings her to the verge
. Behold, all around you;
Eyes eloquent but mute,
Searching, staring, longing,
Unable to refute
Their consuming hunger,
The undying fire
That burns and keeps on burning
In the prison called Desire!
Each night somewhere they gather,
The so-called unattached
And there rehearse in silence
The lies that they have hatched.
. . I could feel my cock start to throb again, and as it did, so did his
”
His muscles strain, her teeth clench
With each thrusting stroke;
Roll your eyes back baby
And the deity invoke!
She breathes the cold air deeply
And feels her body surge,
Tingle, heave and rattle
As he brings her to the verge
. Behold, all around you;
Eyes eloquent but mute,
Searching, staring, longing,
Unable to refute
Their consuming hunger,
The undying fire
That burns and keeps on burning
In the prison called Desire!
Each night somewhere they gather,
The so-called unattached
And there rehearse in silence
The lies that they have hatched.
. . I could feel my cock start to throb again, and as it did, so did his
”
His muscles strain, her teeth clench
With each thrusting stroke;
Roll your eyes back baby
And the deity invoke!
She breathes the cold air deeply
And feels her body surge,
Tingle, heave and rattle
As he brings her to the verge
. Behold, all around you;
Eyes eloquent but mute,
Searching, staring, longing,
Unable to refute
Their consuming hunger,
The undying fire
That burns and keeps on burning
In the prison called Desire!
Each night somewhere they gather,
The so-called unattached
And there rehearse in silence
The lies that they have hatched.
. . I could feel my cock start to throb again, and as it did, so did his
Victoria Paris - Tom Byron