In a Girl's Bedroom

Yes, I'll admit I was eighteen
at the time in which I speak,
and though under my daddy's rule,
what action my room had seen!

The boys came over.
In and out, in and out.
I undressed with each of them
on the event of their sweet spoken line.
Oh, my daddy would be so ashamed -
I played with two at a time.

How foolish these boys were,
but I didn't have a care in the world,
as long as they had their poles hard
and ready to use them in me and on me,
this is the life of a girl.

At night the boys fled
and I kept the curtains spread.
The man next door could see me, I knew,
and I walked about my room
in my panties and bra
and sat in front of my mirror brushing my hair.

I could feel his brown eyes on me,
his forearm leaning on his window frame.
I laid upon my bed.
I rubbed my breasts,
I rubbed my slit,
and each time I whispered his name.

I shut the lights out
and I wondered if he had came.
All that beautiful cum he must've had,
spitting out so helplessly from it's dick,
sexily staining his hand
and spurting out onto his window pane.