Gobble Me
A Thanksgiving feast
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1 min readNov 14, 2021
Thanksgiving dinner is done
Through my veins, aphrodisiacs run
I want to indulge
So I think of your bulge
You’re feeling it too
Eyes fixed on me like glue
But this table has more than us two
So what on earth can we do?
Your face begs
I open my legs
You send them on a mission
“Can you wash up the dishes in the kitchen?”
As the last one leaves
In excitement, my chest heaves
You drop to the floor
Crawling toward the pussy you adore
You waste no time to munch
Like I’m tomorrow’s lunch
I writhe my hips with delight
Though getting caught is a fright
You stick your tongue inside
I take your face for a ride
We move until I shiver
And apple pie, our guests deliver
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