Intense (an erotic poem)

*This poem contains mature material. Ribcage forward, breasts heaving, back arched, breath stoppedI cum, hardCunt clenches down on your cockAlthough you are soaked in my juices You couldn’t pull outEven if you wanted to I will remain clampedUntil you erupt Because I’m intense like that …Intensity has its merits Christina Schmidt, MAarmedwithcoffee Soft lips are…

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