poems

Only the erotic stories of the genre that stimulates your the most

The genre Poems collects the texts of hot narrative that are not really a tale, a story or a fantasy, but that convey the excitement at a combination of the semantic meaning of the words and the sound and rhythm that they impart the the phrases

6 erotic stories of the genre poems which were read 4 1 1 2 times.

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Roar Bean Got Chosen Drips he's risen face, boiling taste If lips could fuck pour me Porn Starbucks She's engaging "Velvet Smooth Vagina" flirting He's jerking off her iced Queen rocks the miraculous exhibition, She's pulsating sex boiling Two lip porn cups comes together wicked orally delicious Bold, tantalizing blend, of Coffee to hold. My...
wrote on 2017-06-05 | by RobinRareGem
Call Me Cantaloupe Poem type Story
The Juicy press is ringing.My cantaloupe is waiting he is anticipating. The call comes through I am whip cream fruit.The phone doesnโ€™t stop ringing. I am getting more juicier he wants me canโ€™t wait to ripen her. How his hands lead down her to weather hot cold so bold sadistic to bruise her. The cantaloupe laid out wet sexy as hell.Who...
wrote on 2017-06-03 | by RobinRareGem
Dirty mommy
I'm the dirty mommy you see at all your friend's parties, wearing the same clothes as all the teenage girls are, flirting with all the younger men, and of course drawing all the male attention to me! I am the type of woman that your mother has warned you about, but you can't seem to stay away. I wonder why that is? Might it be you and I share...
wrote on 2015-11-12 | by Daisy
Life
The cunt is the asylum of man in his journey toward death.
wrote on 2015-06-11 | by The Dreamer
Lips
I'd like to kiss you passionately on the lips, then move up to your belly button.
wrote on 2015-05-18 | by The p
It was hard
Poking along behind old men with tobacco drool running off their chins and never my idea I resented being ten years old too young and scared to force my parents to admit I had a real job so I worked behind old men for a buck an hour it was enough almost to buy the gun I needed to put those old tobacco sucking fuckers away but...
wrote on 2015-05-05 | by GeorgHerbet
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