You Know You Want The Beast Poem by James McLain

James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By

You Know You Want The Beast



It ruts.
It ruts betweeen your legs.
Even on all fours his finger nails leave a deep mark.
The reminder of the beast that you crave in the dark.
In back up over it pours out his seed on your back.
Down the crack and without cares about that.
Little beasties growing inside that you suck.
And he squirts and he squirts deep into your mouth.

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James McLain

James McLain

From Tampa Florida And Still Living Near By
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