Wetter than Puddles #3

Memories
of your
kiss
touch
stroke
thrust
has me twisted
has me bucking
has me clenching
fingers grip sheets
my cum flows
the puddle grows
a small death
to pay to
the gods of lust
that beckon me
again
and again

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