Pretty, Juicy, N Pink

Pretty Pussy?

On the outside, she’s smooth

Smoother than melted shea butter

She’s juicier with no hair, and as chubby as her full cheeks, she sits on

A permanent camel toe that will never lose its tightness

No matter how much girth she handles

She starts singing-

and she hits notes higher than Mariah

A kitty that's not scared of a bone

Juicy Pussy?

Will burst with her tasty juices like a coconut

in his mouth and quench his thirst

Hits the spot just like he hits hers to

keep her flowing like the Niagara Falls

She makes messes that he always needs

no other assistance to clean

Gushy like no tomorrow!

Pink Pussy?

Pretty from the front and

beautiful from the back.

Light pink, which became his favorite color

the first time she put it on his face

Inhaling slowly, exhaling inside her walls,

gripped tightly around his tongue,

being sure he can’t escape for breath

Reserved for the man who can keep it between them

She can grip stronger than the fist she

uses to rule from her throne

His lap, she can’t stop galloping on day in and day out

Spread apart for his eyes and licked

From the East and West and the North, and especially the South

Hot N Ready

Ready N Tight

Tight N Wet

Wet N Pretty, Juicy

Pretty, Juicy, N Pink!

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