The Gift Shop

Step inside for a saucy ride
Come take a hike On my freaky aisles
Vibration wild, Slip’n’slide Rabbit trials
Rotating miles of power
Making showers of messes
Below the hole, second guessing,
clever ramming At the entrance,
tightly frigid Squeezed and dripping,
The smallest opening Sequin gleaming,
I stay tempted to solo pleasing.

Foreplay peeping rubbing nipples,
Like bullet ripples, Lady’s play in circles
Secret hurdles of intensity
Until the density reaches further
Filling cups and Frenchies
Thongs for purpose…G-String squirting,
Pulses pumping, Pussy softly hurting.
Forcing the size of your tightening
Silk and lace resting on the waist
waiting to taste my cream fingers
slight tingles sharing this kinky secret
I like to sample, make a good example
of my naughty thoughts as I resort
to the next trip…

Aisle 3 of sensitivity
Fabrics smooth with shine
and satin lines, stocking clippings.
Fabrics missing in places of birth right
On date night, perfect dressing.
For your lover to devour in sweet cake
Shopaholic keepsakes, 24 hour dining,
on tables with high stakes, Toys for your purse,
make for a clean break
Concealed in boxes, gift wrapped
Ribbon laces, wet and ready to take this
Boyfriend replacement, anally glazing
Checkout walking I could be dreaming
Thighs seeping, preparing to leave it in
As I leave, bag zipped, orgasm lifted
Thoroughly fucked and truly gifted

Goddess AímeMoi

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