DoggyStyle Gallery Vol. 2

As you can see, I seem to be
In a bit of a pickle: the belt's
High grade leather,
For your spanking pleasure:
A pleasure that is bound to be felt;

I suspect that the feeler
Is like to be me, Sir,
The one in the pickle; recall
How I made you cross, I now give a toss,
But the crossness will fade with each welt.

Méli
A picture's a picture; all it will be,
Unless of course, the Marvelous Melí
With her words, rightly fashioned,
Gives it purpose and passion:
She's the Mistress of Word sorcery!
 
Let me watch the way that you shove
Your cock up my best, forever friend:
We are a little kinky, but we tend
To find our fucking leads to deep love;

I t' quites hypnotic to stare up above,
Seeing daddy's cock press, as I blend
My saliva with pussy juice. Send
This cocktail to catalyze grooves;

My Sir adores a cute, young ass,
And my tongue loves her pussy - the taste!
It's the best way to explore resolve:
To enjoy and delight in Sir's mast!
Which, right now, is well placed:
A synergy of soul, pole, tongue and hole.

Méli.
 
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