A FLY LIKE A WEBCAM

March 21, 2014

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She stood right there like she knew what she was doing
The mirror is her world
Pink,purple, black, red
All colours of bottles lined the mirror
It was like she was getting ready for an African ceremony
Where the Chief chooses her lady
Wow! Putting on a musk
I wonder if you are ashamed of who you are
I waited for the right moment
She was getting on my nerves
Like a webcam
I was gazing these beautiful full body naked lady
Getting ready to go to work
By the way she looked and everything around her room
Different guys who came in and out each day
I would say she was a prostitute
Flying, I went right into her mouth and chocked her
She spent the whole night vomiting
But guess what, I had gone out long time ago
I was still there flying around the room like a small webcam
I liked her boobs
Not to say what I was thinking
About what she had behind