Big Mack

She liked it as big as could be.
Thick and hard and round like a tree.
The bigger the better.
A really big guy could get her,
And that for sure clearly didn’t mean me.

I acquiesced that she could look for a steed.
She could fuck him silly, I candidly agreed.
She craved a big man
Much bigger than
Any ordinary guy, a truly remarkable breed.  

She found one whose name was simply Mac.
He was tall, quite muscular, and black.
He had him a spike
I knew she would like,
And he was a half a foot taller than Shaq.

She climbed on him and lowered her crack.
He stretched out under her flat on his back.
They fucked with such speed
Her great sexual need
Was fulfilled by this soul brother named Mac.