Delicious Derrieres

Sir loves my fabric and my look,
But (t) my bottom's the real hook:
It gathers his thoughts
His erection disports
Itself in my tight little nook...

*moustique*
Super in rhythm and rhyming,
That fabric is wrapped up in my mind.
You're little tight nook catches my eye,
And directs me exactly where to kiss.
Aye, there being danger in that kiss, as my hardness replaces my lips.

💋💋💋💋💕💝
 
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