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PANTY DRAWER
When her panty drawer pulled open; I'm embraced with rich scents, in their cloying fragrance; cock hardens and tents. Dark vanilla haunts; it hangs in the air, she mists them each morning; enhancing my obsessing dare. In this feminine garden; I lay blissful on bed, buried in transgressions; wanton and fed. My feelings of shame; locked far in the past, every panty so special; I'll wear to the last. Peach; crimson and aqua, silk; satin and lace; violet or orchid; I'm at heavens gate. Balls shaved and perfumed; cock tucked privileged place, my pulse rises swiftly; as I bring cum sullied panties to face.
Published 15th Nov 2013
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15th Nov 2013 2:48pm
Damn! I said damn! Beautifully put down my friend and this line here, "Balls shaved and perfumed; cock tucked privileged place, my pulse rises swiftly; as I bring cum sullied panties to face. Two thumbs up and a big toe, for this piece is burning up!
15th Nov 2013 9:16pm
Every defiled panty; is a night to remember, a journey of conflagration; that lives in my centre. It sounds like you love; my tilting list, life styles to some; are accepted for their varied twist.
15th Nov 2013 4:59pm
Trying to follow the flow was a bite challenging, but got the point...not sure of reality
15th Nov 2013 8:53pm
Fantasy; reality; to each his own lair; but the latter is mine; I give them daily care