Inter Hot Course

What food for a sadistic army.

So hot made horny for her deep dish inside

His name Sammy the Chef man-eater on the side

Deep inside you sexual lover, he got you gamy.

One chosen I apple turnover so crusty C busty.

What a stormy Ballistic waiter eyes so lusty.

Eyes on the Porn swingers

 

The sadistic egg beater and his hot Mommy. 

You just can't get enough to hate him the hot course, 

 Whoa "Tits and Tamales" his big Franks. 

They, demolish his tip of the cock his fucking money. 

You were the waitress sticky hands of dark

exotic honey. This sucked up Master.

What a food sucker he said to spread her hot jam legs

 Her opening entree.

 

That plate  Horny Hot Dogs and her hotcakes sold. 

So  steamy hot but bold like a puree

that trucker "Duree"

No time intermission. More of Soiree

Deep inside add more erotic food with friction.

 Some of the bodies got scorched. 

What a heat her lips pursed to cook

          "Frenchie Fries"

          No Intermission She's bitched.

 Your breath caught hers all in a hot glitch.

 Did you feel cursed?

Reentering her like a cooked up bitch.

And you are sipping his fuck master mug.

His other lover eyes of a spell. 

Made her into a witch. Deep fried in my switch

  Those wife lovers a hot sauce hot bothered.

The other couple wrestled hot fight


But hustled getting a divorce so mothered. 

Waiting for your hot erotically spouse.

His other lover frightened like rabies by a mouse. 

His Italian horn spouse it beeps. 

Those hot oysters and hot babes met their mobsters.

 He was the made man her bid was his biggest fan


In the "Chef House". 


Taking her Blonde bombshells apart

with red-hot lobsters. 

Those vixens of vultures the pain house of torture. 

That sadistic chef with his sexy cleft.

What fucking bodies does he cook that was left.


Her spouse with the water hose and sprayed your hearty

whole in the foursome 

It was better than dancing on a strippers pole.

 At Christmas time those hungry

"Mr. Cravats"

in her erotic bake shop.His hot devil computer lap


 The windows designed all topless boob cakes.

 Men were still eating their comfort cakes.

Such hot drips melting.


 And His cream inside He's the mandrakes. 

The other men were home for sex breaks.

 

The sex cookers meeting new prospects

they were used all saucy glazed

With their Christmas ball's

New sex card's at the Mall.


 The Intercourse such heat and friction.

He tied her up Christmas light.

He's oversexed hot course deep throat.

You swallowed like a golf ball.His pain,

not the pleasure.

Sex matrix another ingredient to mix 

He had you way down sex drug fix mansion.

His   Italian horn made you who you are.

The day you were born so cooked all Porn

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Another cooked up erotic read thanks so much for reading my work.

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