- Erotic Poetry
- Picnic
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He rowed the boat across the steam
His mind on cunt, her mind on cream
He grounded it upon the shore
She knew that he would ask for more.
He said, "How 'bout it?" Then she knew
That all he wanted was to screw.
The blanket spread, the basket laid,
He took her clothes off in the shade.
His own clothes followed, her eyes dropped
To see a giant 8" cock.
Oh, god," she cried, it's much too big.
"No baby doll, you'll love this rig!"
Onto the blanket they did fall.
He jammed it in right to his balls.
"Woweee," she yelped. "I must have more!"
"There's no more pecker in this store."
The tale ends here, sad to relate.
She wanted more than only eight.
- COMMENTS
Amyfriendover 16 years agoand a very light hearted rare approach to the greedy little girl that needed more than 8"... Well done.
