panty poem

I lay here awake, all super baked. The smell of your clothes, they enter my nose. I give them a sniff, then begin to wish. Why are you sick, instead of licking my prick. Slowly stroking my cock, in something better than a sock. They're light in hue, a bright colored blue. Wrapped in soft cotton, I think of your bottom. The perfume left on your panties, worn by your fanny. They'll do the trick, catching the wad from my dick. Don't wake up my sweet, you need your sl**p. You've done your duty, by clothing your booty. Thanks to your ginch, I got off in a pinch. You're none the wiser, I beat off beside ya. Make me a fresh pair for tomorrow night.
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Categories: FetishMasturbation
Posted by pantyraider99
5 years ago    Views: 599
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5 years ago
Mmmm nice! I share your panty fetish ... (5/5)