Smaller derrieres

Acceptance

I'm not sure I should accept a lift:
For you may find I only exist
To pleasure your prick
As you're driving it
Into my mouth, once you risk...

Pulling me onto your lap,
Having given my bottom a slap,
Pulled little shorts off my hips
Fondled the cutest young tits,
Before coming in me. Your mishap!

This causes issues for some leatherettes,
Since intrusive fingers get me wet,
So, I will crouch in your lap
As you fill my small crack,
With a cock so huge, it's the biggest yet;

I'm tight - so I'm easily wrecked,
Even when I am thoroughly prepped:
Daddy's awfully fond
Of his cute, little blonde
He gifts cock, I so should not accept

Méli
dear Meli
know you are loved
 

The trouble with a treasure is: it won't stay in the box,
When you stroke it and caress it, like a cunning, urbane fox,
Who has devoured all the garbage; and now wants to delight
In a bottom that tops others, whenever it's in sight:
In the mind and in the memory (of how your hands caressed
A bottom winning prizes that you'd not award, but blessed:
The smaller derriere with your calloused hands - you rock,
When the trouble treasured tushy is so enticing for Sir's cock
Given your disposition and your penetrating prose
Chugging off to Chattanooga, as you divest me of clothes;
Now we're getting quite surreal and I accept your confusion,
But the trouble with a treasure is: it is simply illusion.

Méli

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