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A Woman's Fantasy
 

 
Oh, how you titillate, oh, how you tease.
The sight of you cleaning brings me to my knees.
Your bulging, toned muscles, glistening with sweat,
Rubbing and scrubbing 'til my needs are met.
Ecstasy mine, as you vacuum the floor.
I’m sure at this moment, I couldn’t love you more.

Now, please pass the bonbons…


By Renoir

© 2012 Renoir (All rights reserved)

 

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