[A wonderfully erotic poem]

March brings 　　beautiful spring sunshine, bees and butterflies are busy gathering nectar. Wildflowers are beautiful, but homegrown flowers smell especially sweet.
Let's not waste this precious time. The beautiful sister stretches out her slender hand, tightly grasping her brother's virility. Brother, oh brother, oh brother, how can it be so long? The glans is purple and shiny, eight inches hard and firm! 　　The strong brother, lustful, tightly embraces the naked beauty. The beautiful sister's eyes are filled with spring, asking her brother what he wants. 　　Sister, oh sister, oh sister, today I will taste you. Plump, tender, white breasts, erect and trembling. 　　The nipples are like lotus blossoms, bewitching the little brother. Cherry lips are red and bright, like lilacs and honey. 　　Slender waist like a willow, plump buttocks white and round. The labia are plump and tender, enticing the brother's big meat stick. 　　Two beautiful jade legs, the brother lifts them onto his shoulders. Even more delightful is the peach blossom cave, the spring water is warm and gentle. 　　The meat stick enters the jade gate, the spirit turtle bumps against the flower chamber. The fierce battle goes up to Baidu, bathing together in the gentle land. 　　The younger brother uttered: "Sister, oh sister, oh sister, always playing in bed, why not try something different?" 　　The sister blushed, sitting shyly on the bed. A charming smile revealed her spring-like allure, laughing and embracing her younger brother. " 　　A young man of sixteen, full of vigor and vitality. How can my sister's beauty compare to your strength? 　　I fear you'll find me too old and marry a new bride soon. But don't worry, I'm not jealous. 　　Just don't forget me, find a chance to be in my bed. My cunt is yours to fuck, my breasts yours to taste. 　　My hips will sway for you, my juices will flow for you. Having tasted my pleasure, you must not forget me." 　　Hearing his sister's words, the younger brother knew she was heartbroken. 　　He wrapped his arms around her slender waist, hastily bringing her cherry lips to taste. After the kiss, his hands roamed, caressing her tender breasts. Firm and elastic, he examined them as he kissed. 　　His hairy hands explored her snowy buttocks, kneading her vulva. Her flower-like lips were covered in fragrant dew, staining his fingers. 　　The sister panted softly, urging him to hurry. Today is a safe period, you can ejaculate as much as you want. 　　Brother, your big, thick cock rubs against my petals. My dear sister, let's try something different today. 　　Hearing your words, I know you're just as passionate. Your full breasts sway, your plump buttocks gleam white. 　　We place you on the eight-immortal table before the bed. Your snow-white, beautiful body is for me to admire. 　　I kiss your entire body, inhaling your fragrance. Spring water flows freely, its fragrance for me to savor. 　　I've just finished oral sex, and my cock is strong again. I spread your tender white legs, busy opening them. 　　I part your tender lips and thrust into your flower chamber. You sweat, your body gleaming silver. 　　Your big, white buttocks rise and gently welcome my cock. In and out, in and out, you moan as I keep going. 　　We battle five hundred times, you praise your strength, and I get even more excited. You lift your snowy buttocks. 　　Your jade legs encircle your waist, your fragrant lips suck on your cock. We walk around the room, thrusting and swaying. 　　When you move, I move too; when you're wild, I'm wild too. Sister's cunt is dripping wet, brother's rod is as hard as steel. 　　It's erect three hundred degrees, our lovemaking is truly pleasurable. Embracing back at the altar, our passion surges even higher. 　　Brother's erect rod reaches for the sky. Lying supine on the altar. Sister's high spirits, she turns and straddles her brother. 　　Sister squats, her slender body, her beautiful cunt swallowing the giant rod. It thrusts and grinds, beautiful sister and brother copulate. 　　Brother cries out beneath her, his voice echoing through the boudoir. My dear sister, why are you so wild? 　　If you weren't my sister, I would marry you. Watch my big rod, busy going in and out of paradise? 　　I thrust left and right, my movements astonishing my beloved: Brother, you're so good, sister feels so good! 　　Her flower chamber is sore and swollen, her fleshy opening gurgles. Sister's body is exhausted, you should do it again. 　　Brother's heart soars, his rod swells even more. He leaps and presses down on sister's body, embracing her and lovingly raping her. 　　Beautiful sister pants softly, her face flushed. Brother pinches sister's breasts, sister tastes brother's lips. 　　Sister, oh sister, you are my bride. When I get married, I will sleep in your bed. 　　Brother, oh brother, you are my husband. When you get married, I will also want my brother as my husband. 　　We swear an oath as firm as the mountains and as deep as the sea, brother and sister will be together forever. Lust drips, brother's rod goes in and out busily. 　　Sister's vagina is tight and slippery, brother's penis is hard and strong. Each thrust enters the flower's core, sister's vagina wraps around brother's rod. 　　Beautiful sister calls out again and again, her vagina is already sore. Sister has already climaxed nine times, why is brother still hard? 　　Strong brother hears sister's words, knows sister has rested and enjoyed herself. He indulges in fifty thrusts, his glans grows even more wildly. 　　He plunges into the flower's core, wildly gushing hot fluid. Beautiful sister's voice trembles and is delicate, the lingering sound still echoes. 　　Thanks to the friend on the 20th floor for providing another version, which has been edited in for fellow wolves to appreciate! 　　Mother, mother, mother, today I will taste you. Plump and tender white breasts, taste like honey. 　　And firm nipples, bewitching young boys. Lips full of affection, truly a beautiful lady. 　　A slender waist, slightly plump, harboring a wild, seductive allure. Her full hips sway gently, enticing her son's large penis. 　　Two fleshy, white legs, her son hoisting them onto his shoulders. Even more delightful is her peach blossom cave, its spring waters like an ocean. 　　Day and night, they repeat this, mother and son sharing the bed. Their passionate battles reach hundreds of degrees, bathing together in a gentle paradise. 　　One day, the son utters: "Mother, oh Mother, oh Mother, it's always like this, why not try something different?" 　　Mother's face flushes, she sits shyly on the flower bed. Fine lines appear at the corners of her eyes, she smiles and embraces her son. " 　　You little rascal, how dare you enter your old mother's bed? I'm over forty, not as vigorous as you. 　　If you think I'm too old, marry a new bride soon. Don't worry, Mother won't be jealous. 　　Just be filial, find an opportunity to come to my bed. My desires aren't high, my breasts are born for you. 　　My hips sway for you, my waters flow for you. Having tasted Mother's flavor, I cannot forget Mother." 　　Hearing Mother's words, the son knows she is saddened. He wraps his arms around her waist, and quickly tastes her fragrant lips. 　　After the kiss, his hand moved upwards to her breasts. He pulled her plump breasts into his embrace, kissing and admiring them. 　　He unbuckled his belt and entered her flower chamber. Spring water rushed from her depths, wetting his fingers. 　　His mother gasped, "My son, hurry up! Today is different; you must taste it properly. 　　" He finally revealed his true colors: "My dear mother! Today we have some free time; let's try something different." 　　His mother, hearing this, knew he was going wild. She removed her clothes, revealing her full breasts and gleaming white buttocks. 　　He set up a table and placed his mother on it. A snow-white mound of flesh, abundant and ready for him to taste. 　　Squeak, squeak, squeak, only the fragrance of his mother's body filled the air. Spring water flowed endlessly, and the boy was overjoyed. 　　Oral sex had just satisfied him, and his little brother was already strong. He spread his mother's long, white legs, busy on both sides. He 　　passed through the dark forest and reached her flower chamber. His mother was sweating profusely, her body gleaming silver. 　　She revealed her tender flesh, gently welcoming her son. In and out, in and out, his mother moaned as he worked tirelessly. 　　The battle reached Baidu, the mother called out to her son with great force, and the son became even more excited. He held his mother's hand in his cunt. 　　He left the eight-immortal table, swaying as he was being violated. Her plump buttocks 　　encircled his waist, her fragrant lips sucked on his penis. His penis moved again and again, the mother went wild and the son went wild too. The mother's vagina was wet, the son's penis was as hard as steel. 　　The beautiful mother was in high spirits, she turned around and rode her son. The son lay on his back on the table. 　　The mother squatted down with her white body, entering the son from above and below. The son cried out beneath her, his voice shaking the flower chamber. 　　My dear mother, why are you so wild? Who says you are old, you have so many tricks up your sleeve. 　　If there were no wrinkles at the corners of your eyes, I would marry you as my bride. Look at my big penis, how will it enter the bridal chamber? 　　He thrust left and right, his movements startling the beautiful mother: My little thing, today is truly enjoyable.

Mom's about to collapse, hurry and let her go! Look at my flower room, what have you done to it?
Mom sits in your lap, savoring the moment. Mother and son's lovemaking in bed, may our bond last forever.
The son listens with even greater joy, his penis grows longer in an instant. He turns back to embrace his mother, taking her into his arms for some intimate act.
The mother breathes softly, her face flushed. The son kneads his mother's breasts, the mother tastes his lips.
Mother, my mother, you are my bride. When I get married, I will also sleep in your bed.
Son, my son, you are my husband. When you get married, I will also become your husband.
Today it's settled, mother and son will continue their intimate act. Penis and plump hole, young and old compete in their lovemaking.
Mother and son are talking about love, the son's penis is strong. A cry of "My dear mother," and the plump hole writhes busily.
Mother and son embrace, the afterglow still lingers. Next time I'll tell you, mother and son stroll in Nantang
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