She reached out for his cock, blindly grasping,
Her pussy lips stretched, clinging, clasping…
A man at each end…
Some damn guy and his friend…
“Y’all good now?” she croaked, gurgling, gasping.
Month: September 2023
The witching hour
So, they’ve called her a witch… for fuck’s sake!
It’s some horrible, silly mistake…
Naked, dragged to the square…
The whole village is there,
To rejoice while she’s burnt at the stake!
Pop, pop
Her joints popping, stretched taut on the rack,
Her bound tits swollen, purple-ish-black,
And his cock in his hand,
Like a sock full of sand…
Could the bastard not cut her some slack?
Taking stock
In the square, naked, locked in the stocks,
People pelt her with fruit, eggs, shit, rocks…
Oh, the shame, the disgrace…
Crap all over her face,
Being fucked by anonymous cocks.