poetic smut
Smut described in a poetic manner
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He put his bulge inside my hive
He reveals his erect dick
Now that’s a dick, that I would lick
He put my cherries in his mouth
Now my mind is all the way south
He swirls his tongue
But it satisfied for not long
“You’re the worst”
Said he, positioning his bratwurst
I smirked,
As he fucked.
He growled.
Then I reached my climax.
And my head was in lilacs.
Now that’s a poetic smut.
He put his bulge inside my hive
He reveals his erect dick
Now that’s a dick, that I would lick
He put my cherries in his mouth
Now my mind is all the way south
He swirls his tongue
But it satisfied for not long
“You’re the worst”
Said he, positioning his bratwurst
I smirked,
As he fucked.
He growled.
Then I reached my climax.
And my head was in lilacs.
Now that’s a poetic smut.