Lie tied and pumped
lights low down
groan quietly, condone
don't adjust the set
blinkers on
white ridges, old scars
hands blue with cold
an age to chew
and like a cow regurgitate
like a prostitute, swallow it,
was it me, you?
oh lubricate
just pass it on
don't register the act
the role plays
the reels are run
perfect vertical
the horizontal hold
all posed, panned
out cold
but in position
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