She was to be his latest conquest,
So pretty and small,
But like the rest.
She will confess,
He's the best,
And before the night falls
He'll have her climbing up the walls
Her womb swallowed him almost whole,
As soon as the head of his staff rammed past her folds,
Instant heat, a shear grip, quickly envelop his swollen staff pole
Tides had turned, as he was the first, and the last, to moan...
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