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New poem : pain sex pleasure

Loud cheers from the crowd as i hit the stage to perform the one song that made me a star @ my age

We are young and reckless, filled with fun and are care free, that's my certain things occur to me

I always dreamed of being a football player but i found myself entertaining people with music, they all know its me because i start with let's do this.

Rain poured from the sky as i thrilled the fans, i could hear them chant my song as far as the opposite stands.

I had fought with my girl the night before and used alcohol to cure the pain, little did i know that this day would feel the same .

A large earthquake happened in china were we where for the show, the stadium began to divide and the whole stage blew .

I went into a coma as my body was recovered but my soul watched the events happen, as i walked a lone on the road nobody to talk to.

I cried as i thought i had died so i went back home to see if my girl had arrived.

I passed through the door ghostly and headed for the bed room. Just to see her having sex with my worst enemy in high school.

I scream and broke things that never actually broke as my girl was given the various types of strokes.

I watched him place his hand in her thighs and finger her pussy till she became wet and sucked her breast while her nipples stood this left me upset .

He grabbed her ASS and squeezed her breast as she licked him from his knees all the way to his chest.

He got worse when he started licking her pussy like a cat drinking its milk . As she wrapped her legs around his head and grabbed the sheets made of silk.

She screamed his name out loud, i watched him eat my love in shame and cried out loud.

She sucked him like never before, their 69 was crazy in a way we never had it before .

She put him inside her and side ride me as he trusted her and licked her nipples like a baby does to its mother

Sweat dripping from her back as she rode him like a racing horse, grabbing her ASS tight just made everything worse .

She reached her climax when he entered from the back and she said pls go faster and faster and faster, as he grew weaker and weaker and weaker

The both finally came and left love stains on the bed, the nurses were trying to revive me as my eyes turned red .

Suddenly i gained my life back in the middle of my surgery. I lost my ability to walk but it hurt that i lost a part of me .

And she came crying in the hospital say i love you baby please walk, and the first thing i said in 3 weeks after the earthquake. Was i enjoyed the way her fucked you at least am a vegetable •̸№ω so you can go back for more .

I begged go every morning when i woke up that i could walk again. As a trailer was about to hit my son, i ran from the wheel chair and save him . It was strange because i felt my legs again .

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