poem Panties By Cara Thereon on Tuesday, November 18, 2014 I slip them on Thin gusset slips between lips The press teasing me Until I’m plump Until my hand slips in to cup Until my clit wakes up And I have to have relief Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Like this:Like Loading... Previous Post Next Post Related Posts poem Slippery poem Bruise Photos poem writing Slender neck
Cara Thereon November 18, 2014 at 11:36 am Reply The pair I haveon currently are the source of this poem. They are comfortable in that spot apparently
billgncs November 18, 2014 at 11:27 am Reply When I was younger, they were the last defense to be breached
Cara Thereon November 18, 2014 at 12:59 pm Reply And housed within is something worth storming a castle for.
Accidental Masturbator November 18, 2014 at 2:35 pm Reply You’re not the only one who gets “plump” at that thought.
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I’ve had panties do that before. 🙂
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The pair I haveon currently are the source of this poem. They are comfortable in that spot apparently
The very best kind!
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Mmmhmmm
When I was younger, they were the last defense to be breached
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A gateway to rapture
the satin fortress….
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And housed within is something worth storming a castle for.
the conquering hero’s reward
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Indeed. I’d submit to a worthy conquerer.
🙂
You’re not the only one who gets “plump” at that thought.
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Meow!
Clearly I’m buying the wrong underwear.
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Panty shopping time for you!