Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights grow long,And teen athletic games take place,And ravens nightly croak their song,And orange and black adorn. I want it so fucking much!” “Where do you want it?” “I want it buried deep inside me. I want you to fill me with your gorgeous, massive cock. Oh god! I need it. Please!” All I could hear on the other end of the line was his dirty, low chuckles. Even the sound of his self-satisfied laughter sent my body tingling. “Please, let me fuck myself for you! I beg you.” “Mmm, you’re such a naughty little whore aren’t you? You want to cum thinking of my cock buried inside you, don’t you? And, all. Jack had told me he was very frustrated sexually because his wife Tracey was pregnant and when she was in the club she would not let him near her pussy. She,d been pregnant five months now and as this was their third c***d he was really feeling the tension. The third night we watched porn Jack suggested” For a change why don,t we sit next to each other and I,ll wank you off while you want me?” I thought about it. “Okay you,re on!” It felt good to have his cock on my business and may have made.Read More
