S.J. Legs Astride

A barren back red-haired slattern
Just tilted head red-veiled torch
Bulbous ass mounds
Jaw-clenched drivers
Your hands wrench the crack to the fathomed foam.

And then to hoist this wrack of toned muscle
Screach the gaping-lipped mouth
Curled fiendish crimson to snarl any slashing.

Fisting grappling the slickened slide frenzy
Sj's feisty bucking any leathered strangling.

Wretched shudderings make her point
The bottomed sj cavorts creations endlessly
Slippery to grapple
You'll have to hammer the fleshed message
To a stool dripping with odoured
Resonance.

Just don't stride that assed pillar
It's torment.