She was a pie

Tasted from top to bottom,
Licking like a honey on hand,

Her hands moved along the backbone,
I slipped between those legs,

Found a flowery pink petals,
Gushing the honey out,
It was writing a pleasure poem,
On her thighs wetting the panty,

It was a pleasure night,
Where we fall on each other’s hand,
Dreaming of next round of pleasure.

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