Dasiy bends over in her short shorts
Holding her butt plug embellished with quartz
Sarah and Heidi hide things real tidy
By pressing the toy in dasiy till friday

Roses are red
Emblazoned on a plug
I'd gladly give to Dee
But I'd prefer one you can tug
Fear not my sexy friend
I've got the perfect one
To pop up your bum
That'll prove, you're no nun
For this has a long tail
That you can wag along
With each and every spank
And fill our ears, with your lustful song
Rose are red
I broke girl-pile code
Giving into Rob's pursuit
For pictures to download
But alas he wasn't happy
With what I had sent
My hairy pussy apparently
Was not what he meant
So perhaps he is a boob guy
Well, I seek to please
And this is your lucky day
For I will give a little tease
And to the world I'll bear
My tits for you to stare
With nothing withheld from view
So you can enjoy as I wash my hair
Churp Churp :P
Roses are red
Floating in my bath
Water caressing my skin
Washing away the world's wrath
Engulfed in its warmth
Bubbles licking my nips
And candles flicker around
While their wax slowly drips
Surely I've behaved
Enough for one night
And now is the blessed hour
To give into lust's might
My lips, I'll bite
No one will hear my moans
My fingers will command
Til pleasure fills my bones
Before this night is done
I'll claim my rightful reward
Then I'll come to your room
Still dripping on the floorboards
Roses are red
Above the confessional booth
Where Dee misused her Rosary beads
Ever since her pious youth
Lynn's secrets come forth
For a delectable view
All golden and warm
Oh, how we never had a clue
The pile is now weird
Rob seems to proclaim
For desires are unveiled
And sweet depravity's to blame
Roses are red,
'Innocent' Dasiy tries to steal
A coveted girl-pile spot
Abusing her luscious sex appeal
Me thinks she deserves
A long night on St. Andrews Cross
To reflect on her deeds
With all her needless freedoms a loss
There she will moan and squirm
No choice granted; we'll tease them all from her.
With paddles, feathers, fingers, e'en our tongues
Nothing to be withheld by the lustful connoisseur
Some may think I'm overreacting.
Or that this is just an excuse,
To see Dasiy lose herself in awful bliss.
But know that if you foolishly call for a truce
There's still another spot on the cross just for you!
😜
Roses are red,
With fragrance so sweet
And dew-kissed petals
A delightful treat
Soft to the touch
Inviting e'en more
Maybe a kiss
As we lock the door
My rose now blossoms
Between my shivering thighs
Holding you prisoner
Till task fulfilled at sunrise
But look not at the door
There's no escape yet
On your back now!
We're going till the sunset.
Roses are red
The pile yet grows
Of delectable delights
My lust it still sows
*
Biting my lips
Beneath the covers
To keep our secret
Between the lovers
*
You kiss my neck
Anticipation does surge
Toes now curl; hips do buck
As passions emerge
*
My fingernails claw
At pillow and skin
Immodesty exposed
We scream in joyful sin
***
Who is this Miss Horny you speak of? I bet she's awesome and always right 😜
Roses are red
Time to reflect
For the new year
Flaws to correct
Perhaps for me
Chaste I must be
My lust to restrain
No more dreaming of dee
So many things
I could do then
If I spent less time
Cumming again and again
But fuck all that
It takes too much restraint
And I much prefer sin
Than the life of a saint