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Valentine's night?
Not so! It's mine;
An orgy does it right for me!

A night of thrusting,
Slippery thwopping,
In and out and up and down;
Fingers poking,
Tweaking nipples,
Squelching up my tight, hot cunt.
Thrusting lengths inside my mouth,
Just the way I fucking need it;
Lick and suck the juices sweet
As lusty slime is oozing wetly
On my skin and
Down my cheeks.

Slapping flesh and
Wobbling tits,
Flip me over,
Squeeze my ass.
I need a shafting good and hard,
My caramel crinkle yields and
Ooohhh...

Probe inside the hidden depths
And read my soul with truth and lust,
And put aside my failings, tantrums,
Vulnerable, I open full,
Tongue a-swirling,
Flesh hot, sweaty,
Holes all filled
And hands all over;
Cunt is begging,
Juices squirting,
Eyes closed tight and
Fuck the thrills!

Slaps and spankings
On my fat cheeks,
Grinding clit against a fist;
A great crescendo,
Cumming hard,
Collapse into a fucking heap.

Breath all ragged,
Thighs apart,
My musk is scenting sweaty air;
I must not speak,
Ere I break the spell,
For here, right now, is
Everything.
I'll never find a joy just like this,
Never find the better fucks,
And never find who knows me better,
And how I like to open up.

On this night, now,
My orgy takes me
Far beyond my wildest dreams,
A memory to read back over
Every year on this, my night,
When I'm content to fuck my hands,
For nobody adores me more
Than me,
My fingers
And my cunt.

This poem only available in Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.