03 April 2021
Poet, pleased, proffers praise on Pornhub:
From 5:16 up to the end, the hottest
double minute of recorded video.
The jesus freaks were right: there is no better
lover’s perch, no softer, harder, plainer
view more intimate, no richer fuck, more
savory seat to ride a mare than Sacred
Sex, as demonstrated by the missionaires.
To see that boy, that daddy dominate,
go down on you and throw you up into the
air! You love it, I can tell. You melt, the
way you touch him, look at him, as if to
say, fuck me harder than you’ve ever
fucked, than anyone has ever fucked,
harder than you’ve fucked a bitch before.
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Today:
Oh to see the nerd, desired lover!
How delicate you ask to learn of Bulgakov,
how sweet he peels away your socks, it only
heats up hot from there. The missionary kissing
where I came, saving rest for later,
and raise a salty, frosted glass to you,
you darling dame, you dubious Margarita!
Nichts schmutziger als eine deutsche Zunge,
außer dein süß stinkender deutscher Arsch.
So mag ich dich, gefickt, in deinen Arsch.
Yesterday:
When the mistress face-rxped is,
throat grasped, ass slapped and roundly fucked
then mistresses she haughtily
her base and craven husband-cuck!
Yes, oh yes, oh yes, to porns insulting
not our smarts, and no pretense that life
is imitation. Of your arse I have
a fancy to be licking, only fair
to give you sticking. Thus I man you hard.
No trick, you treat me to your sweet, no more
to say but, yes, oh yes, oh. No,
you little almost-teenage twit, I didn’t
pick you for your wit, You’re polishing
my silver cuz your ass lights up the screen.
Stand and push it back, don’t tell me no.
One hand below your waist, another, throat:
I bend you like a bow, and you say, Oh!
Fucking bitches to a sociality
Barking like a seal upon my cock—
get on your knees, like you, my dog. This cock
as strong as death. No song of Songs to sing.
Between us: I will fuck you through your dress.
“Men are pussies.” Yes. We, wusses only
wishing to please you, dear, awaiting
you. Darling little bitch, say, “Rxpe me?”
We happy, bastards, take and satisfy.
Fuck you, Monday. Tues, you’ll interview.
I’m sure you’ll get the job. We got a long—
so, well—fat fuck between your thin and spitting
lips. Deux longues semaines since I have slipped
this dick into the pink. Slip this dick,
rip this dick through you. No job, just interview.
Peek-a-boo, I’ll have a sneaky peek
at you. Now strip: ready to take all
of you. Open big, blue eyes and head,
you stupid shit. Slack that little, baby
jaw. Now spread your holes, and steady, bitch—
I’m gonna be inside you twice at once:
so above, just like you’re fucked below.
Everything has changed. You carry child,
now. It feels like every part has swollen.
Some he obviously welcomes, others
worry you. But in his every grip,
a stable, solid purpose. You, containing
child, can't hold in your gratitude.
Every graze, your fingertip, every
"oh, fuck, yes," every searching
out his eye, even cranking over
shoulder, anything to let him see you.
You let us see the writing on your skin—
nothing's changed your mind: This man is Daddy.
Lackadaisical, pajama-casual
girl—so pretty it’s against the rules—
angel angling on a manly arm…
did you know she had it in her ass?
Really. Had his dick all up her ass.
Yeah, that asshole’s dick, where you were brushing
chocolate off your teeth, so careful, rinsing
conscientious, diligent and spitting.
That little angel didn’t spit, she swallowed.
Guess she didn't want to make a mess.
Fbtas
What a thrill, petite doll fill and fuck
until she’s ugly. Ain’t no cutest beauty
buggers off, mascara dry. Not shy,
this one—good, no time, let’s fuck. Her eyes
bug out of focus, open mouth. No slap,
strxngle, pillow gag distract my prey.
Eyes on mine, it’s time, inject my slime.
Why a boyfriend? Actually, it’s simple.
Sweats and tee, he knows me, knows I’m down
to fuck and fuckable, and fully fucked
I’ll be: roughly stuffed, without preamble.
Fetishizing not, I think you’re lovely,
gorgeous—takes my breath away—submissive.
Never make you be my extra. I
accept you main, take your name, govern
realm and steer you by the mane. Piercing
chamber, climbing steps to bend your staff,
gripping crown, scepter plugged in highness’
hull, shucking robes and tucking back
to gag the royal voice. A king of queen
like you, I’d give them all the tea, I’d give
you all my T, I’d cross my cum on you,
spread-eagle like a letter T. Don’t care
(but do) that you are Asian or whatever:
I am too. I fuck my heart out, drain
my veins in you, I’m fucking you for you,
my perfect little cumslut, dominating
you and fucking all your holes for you.
Fiona Fuchs
in
Accepted, loping of your head, and grxping
of your sloping breast. This package lacking
not your zealous welcome. Not enough!
Get hot pants off and watch ahead. For all
the lot of them your thoughts, you thot, not thought
that priceless box would pay for trifling box.
out
Invited into forest by a nymph
in party dress, tight, bouncing ass, butt.
From the front the lovely figure, face
collides with silicon, what painful waste!
But wait—if it were me, who’d paid, inflated
buoyant breast, puffed up I’d be and proudly
fuck you anywhere for all the world
to see my girl: banging bucks in every
hole, cutting two anew in chest—
this boy has bought you swelling bells. Be swole.
Ivy Aura
GFE? I’m blessed. Just imagine:
girlfriend, generous like you. A girlfriend
giving head to heart and heart from hand,
a girlfriend speaking true and dirty, just
as you—out of screen—allow pretend.
Eyes so big, throat bigger. Simple whisper,
then a whimper. Scream before the play,
be finished, end of day. You’re folded up
and small; I’ll place you, all of you in heart.
I gag you, slap you, choke, the flames to stoke,
your cheek to stroke, your worthy walls, internal,
warm and wet, your walls to poke and stroke.
Every cup so full, and all arranged
to place my hands, my lip, my blade on any
curved and supple surface, every offering
of Gabbie Carter’s flesh. Adored and sworn
all over, Gabbie giggles pleasure, praised,
discomfort staining face. She wonders, is
it all too much? Tomorrow will the praises
rust, all turn to dust, disgust? No,
good Gabbie, you are absolutely worthy.
Roses inked, your cups of flesh a bright
delight—your eyes, eternal soul abiding.
No shit, the little bitch was faking it.
Fake faces and I’m in the mood to fuck
you honestly and brave, no heave held back,
no hole, no virgin continent unsoiled.
Pull your silly faces, goofy. Roll
your eyes and squeal. I barely touched you, squirt.
I’ll slap and choke and fingerfuck you, hook
you like a fish and poke you. Stroke and bid
you croak and bark, you dog, you little frog.
I’ll get the living truth from any hole
that’s loose enough for cock. Unblock and shock
you out of stupid, foolish womanhood.
You dumb, pathetic, faking bitch, take this:
Fake it, bitch, you go and fake it. Fake
it all you fucking want. You’ll take exactly
what I make you, come exactly when
I break you: that’s the proof you’re fucked enough.
Nina Skye
Why answer, teacher, raise your hand and answer,
to the question, Occupation? Teacher!
Kindergarten teacher. Course, your right,
enrolled, to take full load: a woman full,
wrecking curve and riding ball. Of course,
you may be teacher fucked, them apples bending
over desk. Never once you tried
to pass the test. You told us all, I’m teacher!
Teacher’d love to suck your dick, She likes
the men who dominate her. Bratty sub
you are, yeah I fucking said it. A bratty
sub to force the mighty arm of God.
Fuck me out !! ( Creampie ): Ricky Johnson,
Emily Willis, you won the fucking internet.
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