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Different Tastes

I dip my dick
into a wine flute
filled with Pinot Grigio

Now,
Taste.
What does your tongue tell you?

Are you a connoisseur?
Tell me the year.
I will pour you anything you prefer.

Now.
Spread your legs and let my
fingers linger until a raging
wetness ensues.

Now,
You must choose.
Grape or strawberry?

Pop Rocks go in and
mingle inside your moistness

Crackle...Crackle..Pop!
Mmmmmm...
Strawberry...good choice.

Now,
Remove the ice cold Coca Cola
from the fridge,
Pop the cap, pour it out and
plunge it in your pussy deep.

Your body shudders as you
exhale slowly.

Now,
Bottle removed
I enter with all the warmth of the sun.

Your body shudders again
as you exhale.

Now
Time for the grape.

By Philip Wardlow 2013
Written by PhilipWardlow
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