Into that swear grip
and stench of spittings
and leftover breath
from their last collapse
into a hot huddle
of balms and rub downs
as each scrummed
body locks into an orgy
of one sexness
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Into that swear grip
and stench of spittings
and leftover breath
from their last collapse
into a hot huddle
of balms and rub downs
as each scrummed
body locks into an orgy
of one sexness