O, i dream her bosoms lush, sway to and fro with ev'ry thrust; our tongues entwined, yet still we blush, I hope thee tight with sweaty lust.
Thy lively nipples swell and harden, fingers frolick through thy garden; I venture deep, what treasures found, deep within thy fleshy mound! I lift thee up with manly might, O readily she doth excite! I stroke her calves so smoooth and white wet slipp'ry heat, her tunnel tight, her lust replete, she shivers slight joyous squeals of carnal delight!
sweet ecstacy! be quick, make haste! so longingly unsheathe they waist spurting gushing, phallus fountain, its truly i, king of fuck mountain.