Purr
22 November, 2017
Author: Lamar Cole
She was stretched out on a white bearskin rug.
Purring like a kitten.
Waiting for her boyfriend to come get his milk.
Wearing her negligee of pure blue silk.
She was looking so fine.
As her breasts dripped of white wine.
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mental (172.58.153.49) -- Thursday, November 23 2017, 03:30 am hey I like this one. it makes think why didn't I write this? |
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