The Games We Play
An erotic poem of teasing and seduction.
I saw you in those faded jeans you wear, the ones so tight, I can almost see your cunt, and how they grip your ass and make me want to hump you, and ride you like a stallion. You're such a bad girl who likes to tease me with that tight shirt you wear, the one that can't contain your tits, the one that lets me see your nipples, lets you see my lust for you before you walk away, swaying your hips seductively. You love y...