you can hide your face
behind a smile
one thing you can't hide
is when you're crippled inside
They boarded the train, smoke swirling up from the tracks and into the ready lungs of Edie. For her is stirred a memory, somewhere deep inside her meaty flaps: a memory of a boy, who she fucked harder than Trump will fuck America's economy. She raised an eyebrow at Snapchat, who looked almost familiar through the haze of the dusty train station. She could so easily fall onto his rock hard penis. If she wanted to. However, for Edie the fun part was the chase.
He handed her back her dildo, which he had cleaned off by deepthroating the long thick plastic dong. As they both reached for the joystick, their hands touched. They both felt something close to an electric shock, but more arousing. Edie felt her yeast infection moisten in her already dank panties, while Snapchat felt his boxer briefs tighten as his willy made a tent out of the fabric.
"Shall we sit together?" Edie grinned
"we can do a lot more than sitting," squealed Snapchat.
"There aren't many seats left..."
"Hey, as long as I have a face, you have a place to sit."
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Bishop's and Back
RomanceA romantic tale. Night time. September the 4th, last day of Summer. A warm breeze flutters against the clitoris of Edie Brazier. But why was she exposed in this manner? Read on to find out...
