A Guest Post by KINDA DAPPER

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Does your mother know

About the love I have for you

That I like to hold your hand

Hold you close

And kiss you whenever I can

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Do you think she’s aware

That her goodnight kisses

Have been replaced by mine

And the sound that now soothes you most

Are my moans and not her old lullabies

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What would she say

If she knew the dirty things I like to do to you

When she’s not looking,

If she realized your favorite smell

Is now my pussy and not her cooking.

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How unimpressed do you think she would be

If she ever learned that I like to slip

My fingers up your slick wet cunt

As we dine, discussing how awful

The weather’s been this summer month

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I don’t think she would approve

Of her baby ballerina

All graceful and lovely

Being face down, arse up begging

‘Baby baby, please spank me’

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And I definitely don’t think she’d be pleased

If she had any clue that

The lovely long tresses she used to brush out

Are often entangled between my fingers

As I cum violently into your waiting mouth

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That those A cups that blossomed into Ds

Spend more time in my mouth than they do in a bra

That the sweet nectar that flows from

The intoxicating mound between those legs

She never thought you would grow into

Get me drunker that I could be at any bar

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Makes my clit hard as shit

Makes me want to strap up

Hit it then eat it

Till I flutter while you shudder

Because your pleasure

Is my pleasure

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So no…

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I don’t think she knows

About the dirty things we like to do

But the things she says sometimes

Makes me think there’s a lot

We don’t know about her too