Grygor
24-11-2012, 08:38 PM
http://www.533willoughby.com.au/ada.html
I saw her figure in the picture;
It was taut, long and alluringly lean.
Her references from other lechers
Indicated her she was lewdly keen.
So I went to fornicate with Ada,
Bedazzled on impact by lean thighs
Passing me in the waiting parlour.
Her buttocks brought forth my sighs.
She came, holding out her hand;
I leapt, eager and merrily prurient.
She lay where I was eager to land
Ablutions complete, in abandonment.
“Polonius,” she said, “I sense you are strong.
So quickly your member is tumescent.
I am pleased the rumours were not wrong.”
“For you, my sweet, I am easily sentient.”
“Enough chat, Polonius,” she moaned
Rolling her lean, hot length along me,
Her firm lips on mine, moistly clamped,
Swelling my organ happily, enormously
Writhing with lustful, if cant, acclamation.
But ere too long she moved her mouth,
To slurp my phallus with good diligence,
Unwilling to let lie any horny growth.
Satisfied my digit was at maximum degree
She said, “Now I mount and straddle.”
So she did with vigorous certainty,
Her pretty await astride my saddle.
There she rode, the pretty jockey,
Breathing hard, with comely shrieks,
Uttered intermittently, the duteous doxy.
She did not tire, there were no breaks
In the fulfilment of a glorious amour
So that I wished to extend our embrace,
To writhe with Ada an hour more.
So we did, with her lithe limbs atop,
Or side by side, her leg cocked high,
Or from behind, always at a gallop,
The sound of joy in Ada’s ululating cry.
I saw her figure in the picture;
It was taut, long and alluringly lean.
Her references from other lechers
Indicated her she was lewdly keen.
So I went to fornicate with Ada,
Bedazzled on impact by lean thighs
Passing me in the waiting parlour.
Her buttocks brought forth my sighs.
She came, holding out her hand;
I leapt, eager and merrily prurient.
She lay where I was eager to land
Ablutions complete, in abandonment.
“Polonius,” she said, “I sense you are strong.
So quickly your member is tumescent.
I am pleased the rumours were not wrong.”
“For you, my sweet, I am easily sentient.”
“Enough chat, Polonius,” she moaned
Rolling her lean, hot length along me,
Her firm lips on mine, moistly clamped,
Swelling my organ happily, enormously
Writhing with lustful, if cant, acclamation.
But ere too long she moved her mouth,
To slurp my phallus with good diligence,
Unwilling to let lie any horny growth.
Satisfied my digit was at maximum degree
She said, “Now I mount and straddle.”
So she did with vigorous certainty,
Her pretty await astride my saddle.
There she rode, the pretty jockey,
Breathing hard, with comely shrieks,
Uttered intermittently, the duteous doxy.
She did not tire, there were no breaks
In the fulfilment of a glorious amour
So that I wished to extend our embrace,
To writhe with Ada an hour more.
So we did, with her lithe limbs atop,
Or side by side, her leg cocked high,
Or from behind, always at a gallop,
The sound of joy in Ada’s ululating cry.