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Random Poem:

Little Debbie's Snatch Cake

“If you’re gonna come, you’d better damn well pull out first.”
That she said just before I slid inside her.  Definitely one of those things you should never say during sex.  Her three-year-old terror of a son was lying on the floor asleep beside my bed, the result of the last guy who didn’t pull out in time.  Eighteen years of child support is a high price to pay for a piece of ass.
I attempted to push these thoughts from my mind and enjoy myself, but she wasn’t anything special, and as much as I wanted to have her cake I would have never eaten it too.  I mean, she was okay for dunkin’ my donut, but she was no Bavarian Cream.
“Hit her in the shitter, that’ll git her, but it won’t git her pregnant.” True words of wisdom, I thought to myself as I worked her warm, moist batter.  I wanted to bust a nut in that creamy mix, but the thought of a bun in her oven brought my beater to low speed.
After ten minutes of pondering the possible implications of condomless fornication, I pulled my meat from her mix without the satisfaction of an orgasm.  I just couldn’t shake the thought that my wad may very well have been the final ingredient in a recipe for disaster.

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