Eroticpsalms.comI am John Gallivan, the warrior poet, the erotic psalmist,The defender of women, the hopeless romantic, and the modern day gladiator.I...am here today indeed to poetically tell the female congregation this erotic psalm of love:To go down there on a pretty female, and passionately French kiss that other sweet area,Is the ultimate supreme without any question whatsoever. To do things to her that no man has ever done before or ever will,Will make a man feel like a god of romance.Oh I. " Ayleth whimpered from at the feet of her subjugator."No..." Gwenda said sadly, as she turned to walk away. "He just feels terribly sorry for you. The good lad just can't bring himself to understand what a dreadful and quite awful person you really are. He sees only the best in everyone ... including you. Someday we would all be very proud to find even a hint of what he sees in you. You could be ever so much better than you are, perhaps even someday a great Duchess who could strongly, but. Once again, I need your help. I don't know what you could do, but I definitely can't do anything on my own. You have to help me! I don't know if I'll even be able to post again; my tits are now so big that they jut out over the keyboard, and I can't see the keys. If they get any larger, they'll block the screen. Please, if anyone is reading this, you have to help! Part 3 Ok, obviously nobody saw my last two posts. Or at least nobody believed them. For the last time, I tell you: this is. He staggered and wrapped his fingers in her hair to steady himself, guiding her back and forth along the length. Desire spread through her body, the heat making her oblivious to the cold seeping up from the wet mud. Her hands crept up the inside of his thighs until they found his balls. She rolled them gently feeling how swollen they were, she longed to taste their delicious contents. He gripped her hair tighter, pushing his cock forward and then he yanked her head back forcing her to look up.