Jen Juice

hands on my thigh

rhetorical questioning that speaks volumes to the wetness

surging through my veins

like a bottle of cum

screaming your cock

I can’t wait to see

the weight of your chest

grazing my voice

throbbing your gorgeous name

singing inside my oceans

swimming, floating

you

inside

fuck

me

now…

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