A farm, a hay stack
Early morning
His cock is square away,
Strong as always,
Desperately desiring to be fed;
Her pussy stretching
On a soft smooth hay sticks,
Plastic as always,
Slurping, spilling liquid all over;
His cock is on the run,
Rushing towards her pussy
And charging right into it...
Finally, he reached
The sacred flesh,
Moving to and fro;
She groans,
He sighs,
The job is done.
* * *
The cock is lying still,
All covered in pimples;
The pussy panting hard.
Tonight she would get him
If her owners treat the cat
With some boiled chicken.
Consexually Imposed
© Copyright: Максен Московский, 2021
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