For Our Pleasure

Your breathing is labored
Thoughts I’m having of you
Should be shielded from prying eyes
The sheer intensity would set them on fire
The things I’m doing to you has you whimpering
Begging me to stop…and I won’t
Because I’m addicted to your sugar
Natural and sweet, unrefined, just how I love to dine
In my hands, all I yearn to do is give you pleasure
I am your pussy whisperer,
Able to dick you down with the greatest of ease
I stand ready to do anything you want
For your pleasure I am insatiable at all times.

Jéan-Pierre. Dean
6-20-06…5:43 pm
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