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See, thigh clamping is useful right here.

As a cowgirl, you'll see I've no fear.

Ride it hard and deep,

'Til my wetness does seep.

And voices and hearts do cheer!

Paige teases with verses and rhymes

To new heights my libido then climbs

'Till she then fulfills

Using all her skills

Bringing orgasms multiple times

A friendly group we have right here

To each other bringing good cheer

Hugs all around

Best wishes abound

Not a one will be insincere

A private 'Roses' she sent

Not hidden at all what it meant

'Twas quite explicit

Nothing implicit

I got wet enjoying its content

Quote by lynnwitt

A friendly group we have right here

To each other bringing good cheer

Hugs all around

Best wishes abound

Not a one will be insincere

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How is it that we connect?

Our lives don't intersect,

Except in this thread.

It is well said,

That my heart has felt the effect.

It's amazing what we can convey

Just by sending some bytes on their way

Almost every emotion

Even love and devotion

To a person who's far far away

There once was a chaplain in Leeds

Who was showing his love through his deeds

All during the day

He'd spread God's word and pray

While at night he was spreading his seeds

As we chatted across the miles

I could quite clearly 'see' her smiles

Just hanging out

What it's all about

Each one the other beguiles

Rainy to partly sunny

'Oft that can be quite funny

Sunshine or shade

'Tis just to get laid

And that's right on the money

A girl once had a kazoo,

She'd play it for me, play for you.

Blow on it all day,

She just loved to play.

The guys formed a rather long queue.

Her kazoo was justly renowned

The queen of this she was crowned

But the secret lay

With her rolls in the hay

For that's where her talents were found

She discovered that every kazoo

Was filled with a sticky white goo

At which she declared proud

I can suck that stuff out

Come to me, I'll clean your kazoo too

Of kazoos now have we spoken

And perhaps desire awoken

For an ocarina

Or concertina

Of course I really am jokin'

A concertina, you say?

You know I love to play.

A squeeze-box, I call it!

It's so hard to quit it,

'Cause I love to squeeze it all day.

Concertina, a squeezbox, a lute

Play those? I wish that I could

I don't even get far

With a Spanish guitar

But I do like to play with my flute

Nimble fingers come play,

Play my g-string gusset all day!

(Stealing Rob's line,)

You play my g-string fine.

Tutor me on your flute and I'll stay!

Music can lead to dancing

Which one might find entrancing

When fingers foxtrot

O'er a nub so hot

You'll find an orgasm advancing

To squeeze Sandra's box is a vision

Which guys here want with precision

Will one get the chance

To savor that dance?

Only she knows that decision!

Paige sometimes can be mysterious

Talking of things very serious

But then she'll reveal

Her sexy appeal

And make me quite delirious

Their connection is something to treasure

They give each other great pleasure

Of Paige and Lynnwitt

I have to admit

I'm envious quite beyond measure.

A favourite has been recalled

By her profile pic, I'm enthralled.

Heidi, the star,

Changed her avatar

To a cutie with hardware installed.

For those who are doubting the fact

That the Bible is always correct

I can guarantee this

Heaven really exists

It's where love makes two people connect

She went to town in a skirt

With girls and guys she'd flirt

She did not wear

Any panties there

And her flirts were very overt

The skirt was flowy and plush,

It was short and did show her bush.

I'd follow her way,

When she'd bend over, I'd say

There's simply no need to rush.

She made a stop at the shoe store

The clerk there certainly saw more

His eyebrows went up

As did his 'pup'

For what he saw thrilled right to his core

Before the evening was through

Said "There's something that I must do

For you a gift

Which will be swift

So this I be-queef you"

(Runs away....)

There was a guy name of Rob

Who enjoyed rubbing his knob

Was thinking of a Miss

Giving him such bliss

Did Heidi or Dee make him throb?

My friend Rob is in a funk

Don’t think his getting drunk

Would ease his stressed mind

Nor any happiness find

But fall to the floor with a thunk

Dear Rob says he is grumpy

Is his endowment dumpy?

Or just in a mood

That is making him brood

His road of life a little bumpy

Don’t like to see him like this

So I’ll blow him a soft kiss

Perhaps make him smile

If just for a while

Or would I just be amiss