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Honey
Drips of Cock
Barely a block I am able to walk
My cock is dripping honey
Her voice does it to me every time
Allowing my imagination to run wild
Strangers are walking by
Unaware of my compromised position
If they could hear the syrup she makes
They too would be standing in the middle of
Unable to move until he deflates to sleep again.
Dean
Jean-Pierre
(on
a roll…thank you FM for posting so late)
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