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I don't usually write erotica and this is no exception (Ode) by Edna Sweetlove
I met you last night in some cheap bar
And totally drunk as a doorknob
I dragged you home for a hot shag
And we soon got down on the job.
Riding hard on your huge cock
My cuntlips dripping their lovejam
I shrieked as my orgasm came pounding
Like the filthy old slut that I am.
Now, lying back on the coverlet,
Still breathing as hard as a goat,
I look at your fat body next to me
And I feel like slitting your throat.
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Arithmetic Mean: 7.0
Weighted score: 6.0
Overall Rank: 1274
Posted: July 18, 2006 10:19 AM PDT; Last modified: July 18, 2006 10:19 AM PDT
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