The Crescendo
Sitting comfortably
On my bed
Exploring the depths
Of
My fingertips dance
Like fire
Stroking the flames
Of
The juices flow
Resembling a waterfall
Against the walls
Of
Fingers inserted deep
Mimicking a cock
Making their home inside
Of
Rythmic rises and plunges
Like an orchestra
Of musicians in the pit
Of
Breathless moans
Through my dry lips
As the sweet,sweet nectar
Of
My cunt rejoices!
Very nice!
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