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Poker Erotica
By Lenny DellaRocca
QuailBellMagazine.com
You lean back in the chair.
The smell of pennies excites you, sound of dirty copper splashes across the tablecloth your mother gave Anne makes you wet.
You bet your cunt,
the queen of Diamonds where from time to time my eyes, all Jacks or Better, quickly dart and flee before Diana sees me lapping your clit. Your mouth is busy with my cock making loud sucking noises. It wakes your boyfriend up in the fantasy next door, he’s burying his face in Diana’s breasts. You nonchalantly spread your legs to call my bluff. I raise thinking King of Hearts fucking you. Your nipples are a pair of clubs at the moment you reach orgasm, you moan dimes. I fold as you grab the pot; Ace of Spades in my hand, Deuces Wild in your eyes. Your deal. I’m slipping off your panties, stuff them in your mouth, force your feet behind your ears, you beg me to fill you up with pennies all sticky with cum. You show up every Saturday night; Seven Card No Peek. (I hope Diana didn’t see me glancing at your hand, she may think I’m cheating). #Poem #Poetry #Unreal #PokerErotica #LennyDellaRocca #NoCheating Visit our shop and subscribe. Sponsor us. Submit and become a contributor. Like us on Facebook and follow us on Twitter. CommentsComments are closed.
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