lace and panties

I may look both gauche and garconne,
But I think it won't stop your "Sir" bone
From messing my stockings
Because you're not stopping
'Til Sir's bone makes this garconne moan...

Mรฉli ๐Ÿงฆ
pausing perhaps, but not stopping,
rather pushing,
freight bound for port,
falling stone,
wave upon the shore,
morning sun,
unstoppable,
relentless,
primal,
my joy in you.
 
My knickers get smaller and smaller
And yet I sense something is growing
It isn't my bra
Which is smaller and far
Too loose for 'papa' to be slowing
His move to stay calm with eyes fixed
On the smallest of small little knicks...

Mรฉli ๐Ÿ‘™
sweetness,
papa is yours,
attention,
for your too small lace,
thin fabric,
barely concealing,
your most sacred mons,
 
pausing perhaps, but not stopping,
rather pushing,
freight bound for port,
falling stone,
wave upon the shore,
morning sun,
unstoppable,
relentless,
primal,
my joy in you.
'Daddy's joy is so immense
I can barely take it;
He isn't angry - merely tense
My pussy may be freight hit;
But I know he is bound for port
And I am tied as well:
That way he keeps me the best sport
And fills me full as well
As any man with my panties
Safely in his pocket
His fingers trace the softest lace
His joy - I'd never knock it

Mรฉli
 
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'Daddy's joy is so immense
I can barely take it;
He isn't angry - merely tense
My pussy may be freight hit;
But I know he is bound for port
And I am tied as well:
That way he keeps me the best sport
And fills me full as well
As any man with my panties
Safely in his pocket
His fingers trace the softest lace
His joy - I'd never knock it

Mรฉli
Oh to trace that mons,
that silk,
inside and out,
those puffy lips,
wet folds,
firm breasts,
pretty face,
narrow waist,
heart shaped behind,
the longing,
desire,
lust,
 
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