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By Lenny DellaRocca
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
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.
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).
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