slippery fingers knot up my spine like brittle torn branch limbs thrown in a pile she's submissive sans shackles blazie and unkind must admit she's just perfect a real thrift store find "mount the pony" she informed me "step up boy and ride" bed spread a horse pen saddle sore mind i won the kentucky derby raced up from behind
maze hazed film strips projected across your belly make your curves dig deeper into bone memory reflex this sex like a blender in the batter an oil pump in the hot rain makes me spit lava and drool like a donkey i. feel. my. system. come. to. a. halt. my memory's erased and i think it's your fault.
lift her lightly from a web riddled bed square ring the sloth chimes hum past your ear drums fondle levers and pull ropes that maketh the floor drop as the trousers get tighter with the slide up of thee girl's top.