Gallivanting Snazzy

A pert teeny dress just flipped its way
Up
To her wring of an ass,
Mounds slithering beneath
That supposed cover.

To dessicate my throat,

To solicit the
First
Drop Of
Frothy
Thrust juice.

Smugness at ease and
Legs
Creamed silk to tease.

Those feet just tramped her trust.

A tug up and revels aplenty,
Oiled ass mounds and
Knubs
Of groin
Hairs.

Around a corner and supposedly
Out of sight,
Two-handed finger thrusts
Relieved the itching
Tease twitch.

And she'd shudder washes
Of slurping sugar salt,
To gulp with chin
Raised in
Hoary
Salute.

An ageless cringing of
Body tingles
Caved her knees to
The pavement.

The final
Gambit,

To slink the dress
Down over pillared heels
Heave the frigid concrete walls
So hard
Ass mounds pained from clenched thrusts.

A furious friction
To sizzle
The groin,

Juice dribbled down.
Lapping the frigid
Walls
The ultimate

Degradation.