Clarence Williams

(May 19,1980 / Washington, D.C)

Creamed


They love too be scratched! ! ! ! ! ! Creamed! ! !  
  
              

It was the 
Park! ! ! ! that Kids! ! ! ! ! played in at nite! ! ! Fantasy! ! ! And things happing! ! ! ! ! And men on their knees! ! ! ! being pleased! ! ! by hungry butch queens! ! ! ! Thirsty, desiring! ! ! ! ! Passer  Watched! ! ! and looked! !  as they stopped unzipped their  pants and pulled out their meat! ! ! ! Too and watch! ! ! or participate  at the freak show for free! ! ! ! It became heated in the park after dark where sounds draw people in! ! ! ! ! some showed up half naked! ! ! And naked ready to be drilled! ! ! and scratched! ! ! ! ! ! Creamed! ! !  

    

Submitted: Tuesday, November 19, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, November 20, 2013

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