What a good girl she was
A sexy poem with a surprise.
What a good girl she was. She sat on the sofa and tilted her head, Better on there than laying on the bed. He undid his zip and held his cock, Placed on the lips, he prepared to dock. She opened wide and gave a lick, His prick was long and very thick. She started sucking with all her zeal, Then proceeded to moan, enjoying her meal. He held her head and pushed it in, She liked deep throat and all that sin. Working so hard,...