She wants to be fucked hard against a wall
That's outside and exposed to elements,
And, with each thrust, she'll find her recompense:
For, when he's pushed in firmly, she's in thrall,
Finding the bricks will pattern her backside,
Unless they're shielded by this stranger's hands,
Or she is turned, obeying his commands,
To engulf his fat cock, as he decides
To take her from behind; so she is pressed,
Her tits squashed up against the chill cement,
His prick's embedded, so she feels his balls;
Her skirt's rucked up and blouse opened: undressed
And taken roughly - would she were so content(!);
But she's too shy for hard fucks and cold walls...
(probably)
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