Ant Smith

All poems

Spunky

She loves my spunk my woman does
She loves the taste she loves the look
She loves the spray she loves the flood
She loves to feel it fill her up

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She licks her lips
She rubs her tum
She makes a meal out
Of my cum


Doesn't mind if it squirts or dribbles
On her belly or on her nipples
In her mouth or down her throat
Her eyes bulge wide with ev'ry stroke
A suckling babe upon her bloke
She don't mind if it makes her choke

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Likes it chewy, likes it stringy
Likes it dangling from my thingy
Greedy cow when she milks me hard
Gobble gobble gobbling, plays her part
Gulping down like a good sport
Those little tadpoles live's cut short

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Thinks my scrotum's a magic bag
Made to please and feed this lass
Endless torrents of top cocksnot
She turns the tap and downs the lot

And this we both agree upon
A little canabalistic fun
Better down her hungry throat
Than up inside her fertile cunt

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