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Head hanging off the bed,
Hanging by a thread,
She grinds he thrusts,
She strains, she must
Reach her zenith
Holy summit while beneath
A lover of average skill
But tumescent girth
Who gives it all he’s worth,
But his rhythm isn’t with him.
Though his heart’s in the right place,
She lets her hips make the pace.
He loses himself in her embrace
As she takes her place
At olympus’ summit,
And he explodes within her from it.
Slick and hot but cooling slowly,
The rush the hum, love for her only
She’s out the door after a nap and cuddle.
Friends with bens, huh? Just dumb luck.
All you were to her was fun to fuck.

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