Sordid LanguageA Poem by BlueZanPlaying with you, you luscious, delicious, gorgeous boy, you.
Sordid language crushes her tongue from behind her lips, in her throat.
She watches you moan from below your waist, hands in her hair.
Making love to you with her lips, crushing her tongue with your sordid language © 2013 BlueZan |
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Added on September 15, 2013 Last Updated on September 16, 2013 |