Horny Hunter Ben

A hunter tracking surely
The four marks that stood out clearly
Vying for the perfect blind to camouflage
Into the meadow’s womb
Singing merrily a tune
Alone and beautiful he thought she was

He watched her without moving
She removed all of her clothing
He held his breath as she gave up her dance
She bathed in the warm sunlight
He was hoping that she just might
Succumb to what was growing in his pants

Her eyes did softly flutter
She couldn’t hear him mutter
“Oh please don’t stop this absolute torture”
Her hands explored her body
Deftly touching then quite naughty
His cock in hand while spying upon her

Her nipples she was pinching
Her cunt fucking, fingers dipping
A moan escaped her parted ruby lips
His hand was quickly stroking
Shooting hot cum without warning
Her sounds, his yell of ecstasy outstrips

He stood there dumbly blinking
She was smiling, was she winking?
She waved her hand to someone just behind
He turned around to see
Someone lovelier than she
Pressing the green button marked “rewind”

They laughed and they were running
Way before his zipper’s zipping
He never saw or heard from them again
But all his buddies razzed him
When they saw all of his action
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