Sweet Kokot

Between her inner thighs
Lays an untouched treasure
Just waiting for the right touch to release its passion
Hibernating for years now, untouched
It sleeps in rest only to be awakened
By one who's truly deserving of all she has to offer
Her kokot smiles at the touch she’s been waiting for
All that I have is yours she murmurs
As his manhood swells deep inside of her.


Jéan-Pierre, Dean
7-18-06
1:43pm
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