Brick Pig Poem
is she a pig?
is the pig real?
is the pig real on the brick wall?
is the brick wall where pigs go to oink?
is there even a head in that bitch?
I can’t believe I got a cappucino out of her
she let me cum all over her face yesterday
cum on her tongue, chin
on her hair!
on her left cheek
right cheek
both tits
yay!
not only did she blow me
while dripping with cum
but she
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Too Groggy to Realize This Sexy Woman is My Wife | #Poem #SmutpunkPoem
my eyes are barely open
moon hangs low nearly tapping the window
some woman’s breasts
tap against my chest hair
groggy hands caress her hair and neck
slide down her arched back
find her ass-cheeks
marvel at the roundness
sliding inside this woman
the joy of new pussy
envelopes me deeply
her breasts are wonderful
she uses her hips expertly
just how I like.
How can she know my body so well,
this stranger
cascading in the moonlight
moaning
bringing me to the edge
then backing off
leaning back
exposing her amazing tits
tight midriff
she kisses me so deeply
as I fill her with all my juice
we stay like this, kissing
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She sleeps on the floor with the baby
I sleep on the bed
We meet in the middle of the night
Like two school kids sneaking out there windows
We meet quick strip quick
Get right to it
Cock pussy titties shaking
Am I awake or dreaming?
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My wife gave me a prettty good blowjob today. I’m not sure why. She sucked until
She gagged. Then she got on her back, let me straddle her. She licked my balls while I shot a load onto her tits. It was a small thick load, the kind that can glue your urethra shut.
I fell asleep holding to her ripe mangoes and looking at the very cloudy sky. Damn it was peaceful until some asshat client called and broke the reverie.
You Had No Willpower |#asianass #willpower #moctezumajohnson
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That winking asshole was winking at you, luring you, and you had no willpower. You wanted to jam your shit stained cock down G-string’s throat and force her to eat her own shit while your cock evacuated cum down her throat, but alas you couldn’t hold out, and with cock way down into her bowels, you jerked and jizzed into her sexy black asshole. Well, her ass was black. Her asshole was red. Looked like a red pepper that had been mashed with a tenderizing hammer. Your cock did that! Your cock was cool! If your cock was a boyband it would have an entourage and screaming girls following it in the airport. It was the kind of cock the paparazzi would stake out. It was the kind of cock they’d build mosques and minarets to. They’d chant this cock’s name. And tell the story of how it dumped a half-gallon of prized primordial goo into G-strung and her magical black ass.
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That ass was definitely winking at you, Stud! Definitely.
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Option A
That winking asshole was winking at you, luring you, and you had no willpower. You wanted to jam your shit stained cock down G-string’s throat and force her to eat her own shit while your cock evacuated cum down her throat, but alas you couldn’t hold out, and with cock way down into her bowels, you jerked and jizzed into her sexy black asshole. Well, her ass was black. Her asshole was red. Looked like a red pepper that had been mashed with a tenderizing hammer. Your cock did that! Your cock was cool! If your cock was a boyband it would have an entourage and screaming girls following it in the airport. It was the kind of cock the paparazzi would stake out. It was the kind of cock they’d build mosques and minarets to. They’d chant this cock’s name. And tell the story of how it dumped a half-gallon of prized primordial goo into G-strung and her magical black ass.

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