by dokurtybitz

Show me I ask
Later, is her only reply.
She models new pajamas,
My gaze roams over her body
Flowing back through my eyes
And I feel myself throb and
Desire itching in my palms
Fluttering in my core
Small thrust from my hip
Wanting to join
Big spoon to her little.


masturbation monday

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