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Tuesday, 29 May 2018

A sip 5

"Amma bout to cum" the words escape from your lips and u aren't even aware. 
I chuckle deep within me, i say welcome to the land whose existence you seem not to have been made aware. 

Like target practice, you hit my face with all of your juice. 
A beautiful fountain, there you lay, hyperventilating with sounds like a track produced by juls. 
You smile shyly towards me, ur legs still trembling. 
I smile to myself, seemingly saying "WehDoneSir

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