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She was well put together
but had country teeth
truth to tell I was always
a city tooth man forsooth
but I did love her country
arm and how hard she’d swing
when she had to and how hard
she swung just for fun unleashed
truth to tell she had a flair for city stuff
loved to bare my city strut and plumb
my sunny-sides till the grin in the moon
lit up the velvet dark full-toothed on high
lathered to a turn, my reddened sunny-sides
squirmed and my moans droned and she was
tickled, her fair clit taut till wide-eyed
dawn broke and the moon paled defrayed
she then laid her belly onto my spine and spread
full length upon my own belly down, nibbling my
cocked city lobes from behind while I stretched
forth mutely and breathless beneath her be-quartered
she called me Supsy when she turned me o’er
Supsy take your time she growled and made
herself a high rider, broke pale Supsy with
velvet labes in silent laving toast bespoke
no more rube than boulevardier nor caring
I took dictation silent as sign betwixt her trail
inhaled each waft her cloven tuft bequeathed
curling upon her clit wetly and betrothed
wrought weightlessly in that suburban plight
akimbo’d to a fault but grateful beyond bearing
I bore her duly and endured, an underling of
uncommon grace, upturned and borne below withal
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