kiyoshi
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It felt incredibly hot my wanton motte,
up for a thrill and dressed to kill,
my low cut top, and leather crop,
I was feeling dominant, nipples prominent.
I made him bend, my fuckbuddy friend
to whip his ass, but, oh alas,
as he bent, to full extent
his cheeks parted, my, how he farted.
The moment lost, the whip I tossed
his sex appeal, was gone I feel.
I wasn’t thwarted, cos I resorted
to shaping ginger, for the subbie whinger,
and for this task, I wore my mask,
[just in case, more gas displaced].
He took it well, ass hot as hell
an extra whipping and he was dripping,
I denied his cum - he heard the hum
of my vibrator, my emancipator.
And so I sat, my open twat,
vibrator bobbing, clit was throbbing
and it may seem, that I am mean
that with regret, I ought to let
the poor guy cum, should I succumb?
On second thought, he must be taught
to fully please, he should eat less peas.
kiyoshi x
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Figging - an adult humour poem - 
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