Sweet Cherry
She had a sweet cherry, Sweeter than honey, you know.
Thicker than family blood, Wetter than a soaked towel.
My eyes froze at the sight of her cherry’s size.
Bringing out no fear, I stood my ground.
But my bottle did no good;
It rose up, looking toward her reddish cherry.
“Keep it down,”
I screamed beneath my voice.
Now my hands yearned to hold her sweet cherry.
My legs moved five steps closer,
Which allowed my hands to reach out and tickle her cherry three times.
With no traffic,
I touched her wet cherry, with no seed in it.
Just white milk, that could make you chew cum.
My hands did no justice
As my little brother finger went slowly into the cherry.
As I kicked off,
it moved faster than I thought.
Her voice screamed and sang the song of favor.
My hands went weak,
but now my bottle was filled with energy.
Vooom! Poom! Boom! Splash!
My face was covered by the sweetness of her showering cherry.
My tongue did justice to the spice,
Now, my bottle, looked toward her cherry with hunger.
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