Small Clit Girls

She is twenty-six and loves to lick,
My “perfectly” sized dick,
She never climaxes with penetration,
Much to my elation.

She works me hard and harder yet,
Until my seed is spouting thick,
And then she says when I’m finished,
“Now it is my turn watch and learn.”

She mounts my right thigh,
Just as I know she has done,
With at least one other guy,
I like a girl with experience.

She with her very small clit,
Starts humping it,
Pressed hard moving soft,
Against my muscular thigh.

So the young girl rides and rides,
Humping my right leg to my surprise,
My upper muscular thigh,
She has no inhibitions to hide.

Her beautiful face contorts,
Her eyes are closed then opened wide,
Her right knee against my balls and dick,
Still dripping rich seed thick.

Her slender body trembles from time to time,
As I watch her working herself overtime,
Ten minutes gone,
And she still has to come.

“Bend your knee a little sharper,”
Her wish is my command,
My thigh wet with her sultry strands,
As sweat has gather on her golden brow.

We are cheek to cheek,
My thigh angled steep,
As her own skinny thighs,
Maintains a death grip and move quick.

She kisses my lips and pulls my hair,
Sweat has gathered above her rock hard derriere,
She says without a care and ever moving,
“Flex your thigh muscles my old dear.”

Twenty minutes gone,
And she is still going strong,
She must be rubbing herself raw,
As I flex my muscular thigh to her delight.

Shutter-shutter-shutter,
She lost it all,
Flutter-flutter-flutter,
To my chest she falls.

To my neck she says all exhausted,
“You are the best ever,
I’ve never had multiples before,”
I look at my right thigh all red and raw.

Yes the size of a man’s thighs do matter,
To small clit girls uninhibited,
She is young married woman number ten,
That loves my wicked pen*... err thighs.

* A Poet’s Wicked Pen