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Random Poem:

Little Debbie's Snatch Cake
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“If you’re gonna come, you’d better damn well pull out first.”
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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.
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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.
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“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.
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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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