The Chocolate Hole
J
James McLain
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Playing in the rain not far from home.
Walking back and forth streached down beneath.
The taste of mud runs down my ruddy face.
The tightening of her marbled buttocks.
Leaves me gasping out for breath.
The chocolate hole, pulls me in up to my hips.
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