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Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the town,
A lonely man login MP with a frown. His muscles were tense, his cock felt like stone, As he thought of the holiday, and being alone. But then read tales of girls that put out and thought he would go out and give it a shout Her touch was like magic in the dim of the light. She worked out the kinks, and teased to his delight, He felt his unit grow, with each closer stroke he had little cash, and going for broke As the massage came to an end, and the therapist took his hand, He felt a connection, that he couldn't understand. It was as if the touch, had sparked something deep, A sense of belonging, that he'd been searching to keep. "Merry Christmas," she whispered, with a gentle smile, As he looked into her eyes, and felt his heart go wild. He kept watching the clock with each second ticking, he pulled her panties down and soon he was licking His time was well spent but time was running out, he rushed to cover up and pound it all out He blew in the bag and soon it was over it was time to go back to his Range Rover Christmas is past but you all will see, A Happy New Year to all and all prosperity. |
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Very talented prose
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Very nice poetry
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