"Squeeze"

My erect pillar cannot escape the voracious, overpowering embrace
of your titanic, orgasmic, blissfully-undulating udder-breasts,
my beloved wife, my faithful, lifelong ecstasy.  All day long
you squeeze and pump your countless gallons of udder-bosom against me
as my thrusting tower is consumed by your warm, deep, hungry breast-valley.
You rhythmically pump your two vast oceans of undulating udder-bosom
as your deep breast-cleavage once again tingles with my wet love-seed.
You squeeze and squeeze and squeeze your gigantic mountain-breasts against me
all day and night,
my aching-hard tower buried deep between your insatiable udders.
You press and press and press your massive udder-breasts against me,
your warm, thirsty breast-valley drunk with my thick, flowing love-seed
as you continue to push and push and push your pounding udders against me,
moaning with ecstasy, yet hungry, thirsty for more of me,
powerfully squeezing my erect pillar deep between the numberless gallons
of your massive, undulating, orgasmic udder-bosom all night long.
Your deep, overpowering, insatiably-hungry breast-cleavage
owns my thrusting tower,
rhythmically squeezing, squeezing, squeezing out every last drop of love-seed
from the aching-hard flesh of my erect pillar joyfully imprisoned
deep between your titanic, undulating, pounding, ecstatic udder-breasts
all day long.  My beloved wife, there is no greater erotic pleasure
than to have your massive, insatiable udder-bosom rhythmically,
blissfully squeeze every last drop of warm, thick love-seed out of my stiff tower
for countless hours on end.  Enslave my pillar between your gigantic udders.
Squeeze,
squeeze,
squeeze.

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