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Proportions of wo/man charmed by a snake
From the first instant my eyes laid bare circled and squared at the feet of a Vitruvian man, the one uniqueness in my possession, I was lust to your loins as images permeated and shivered my thighs, I felt a rising veracity to savour the tang of you longing to rip your Levi’s into little streamers and hang them from my window, while tieing your Johnny Rebs to my planter box, the world would know you were mine I became the seductress you could not resist relentless, designing schemes so Machiavellian, Lector would have been impressed and helped shameless in my pursuit pulling out all stops I acted unaffected, but the sight of your length made me drool my first tell finally, the maelstrom churning my gut my hunger, gave me away under the slick of your hands, my body arched addicted to the textures and plains, mania seized all good sense I writhed as you rocked, by the time your hands released my breasts, I was howling my release a wildcat thrashed to frenzy my tricksters hand called and beaten by a pro who could have guessed? ME! aced by the hand of a machinehead
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