This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Clear the table,And get you ready,I'm spreading a feast for your eyes!I'm naked and lustingTo feel you inside me,Don't you see 'twixt my two open thighs?I lay on the table,A meal fit for you,Like a roasted
Çankaya Escort and succulent meat.But just one small tasteOf my juicy wet lips,And you'll find I'm incredibly sweet.Flavours are mixing,Both salty and sugared,Delights are
Keçiören Escort so fruitful abounding.No cutlery neededTo butter this muffin,Just lick me with slurps so resounding.You can stuff me so deeplyAs I'm lying here,On the table
Etimesgut Escort where we eat our dinner;You can push in your fingersAnd squeeze out my juice,You're my dining room hot filthy sinner.There's no washing up'Til we've sated ourselves,And I'm groaning with pleasured delights.There's no need for a napkinTo wipe off your mouth,Push your face in this bounteous sight.I'll flip myself overTo give you your puddingWhen my fruitbowl is full of your cream,And I'll clean up your implementWith mouth and tongue,So this mealtime's a fucking hot dream!NOM!This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.