Draining a wood on a horny evening
My apologies to Robert FrostWhose wood this is I think I know,His balls are fairly unfamiliar, though;He will not see me through the gloryholeTo watch my strokes make his wood grow.My swollen cunt must find it bold Unsafe sex has risks untoldBetween his cock and my folds‘Tis the wettest night his schedule holdsHe gives his hirsute balls a shakeTo check if there is some mistake The only action he has seenIs me wiping his cock cleanWhose wood...