Friday, November 26, 2010

Snakes on a motherfucking plane

In a plane, thinking about fucking. Something interior, smooth and hot. Tight. Something swollen of mine to fuck with. Some things to suck and feel. An arse to grab, to reach around and access... To listen to someone moan. Panting. Name calling. Hitting. Biting. Bruises and carpet burns.

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