AlinaX
Asymmetric Snowflake
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- Feb 1, 2014
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O sister mine, this free-use law
Has set my moral heart at war
I should exult! that through the day
Each skirted lass that comes my way
Is like a ripened fruit to pluck
By rights her pussy mine to fuck
Desiree, who lives next door
Has breasts that one and all adore
A hundred times I've pressed them tight
And thrust between with lustful might
A dozen times her mother's too
While whipping up a creamy brew
Or oft a stranger in the street
Will give my cock a tender treat
A woman's throat is truly bliss!
Such loving lips deserve a kiss…
O sister mine, I've watched you kneel
Can't you guess just how I feel
To see you with another boy?
To hear you crying out with joy?
To smell the cum of other men
Who've used you well, and well again?
Don't you know I long to taste
Your cunt! - Ahh, I would not waste
A single drop of passion’s flow
Where others come, my tongue would go!
How cruel this pleasure is denied
It makes me wish you were my bride
Just thinking it, I'm hard with greed
To fill you with my fertile seed
To make your belly round with life
O sister mine, my free-use wife
Has set my moral heart at war
I should exult! that through the day
Each skirted lass that comes my way
Is like a ripened fruit to pluck
By rights her pussy mine to fuck
Desiree, who lives next door
Has breasts that one and all adore
A hundred times I've pressed them tight
And thrust between with lustful might
A dozen times her mother's too
While whipping up a creamy brew
Or oft a stranger in the street
Will give my cock a tender treat
A woman's throat is truly bliss!
Such loving lips deserve a kiss…
O sister mine, I've watched you kneel
Can't you guess just how I feel
To see you with another boy?
To hear you crying out with joy?
To smell the cum of other men
Who've used you well, and well again?
Don't you know I long to taste
Your cunt! - Ahh, I would not waste
A single drop of passion’s flow
Where others come, my tongue would go!
How cruel this pleasure is denied
It makes me wish you were my bride
Just thinking it, I'm hard with greed
To fill you with my fertile seed
To make your belly round with life
O sister mine, my free-use wife