If you have spunk, prepare to spill it now.
You all do know this thong. I remember
The first time ever Sarah put it on;
'Twas on a summer's evening in her tent,
That day she came over the Nervii.
Look! in this place ran Cassius' finger through;
See what a rent the lascivious Casca made;
Through this the well-beloved Brutus fuck'd.
And as he pluck'd his throbbing cock away,
Mark how the juice of Sarah follow'd it,
As rushing out of flaps, to be resolv'd
If Brutus so kindly lubed or no;
For Brutus, as you know, was Sarah's angel.
Judge, O you gods, how dearly Sarah lov'd him!
This was the most erotic fuck of all;
For when the sexy Sarah saw him thrust,
Penetration, more strong than dildo's plastic,
Quite vanquish'd her. Then burst her mighty cherry;
And in her hair muffling up her face,
Even at the base of Casca's phallus,
Which all the while ran blood, great Sarah came.
O, what a squirt was there, my countrymen!
Then I, and you, and all of us came hard,
Whilst throaty screams echo'd over us.
O, now you wank, and I perceive you feel
The hint of lust. These are steamy tugs.
Kind souls, what wank you when you but behold
Our Sarah's thong stain'd? Look you here,
Here is herself, fuck'd, as you see, by penises.