by Italian Stallion   Dec 6, 2012

Down and low is how he rolls
up and down through her tolls.
Buck for buck he pays out,
bobbing his head all about.

Shouting profane words
he drives deep within.
Her lights are dimming,
weak she becomes.

Laughs and cries,
these twisted lies...
your twisted minds!

© Copyright 2012 By: Italian Stallion


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