Oiled

Into the changeroom I sauntered
Bikini/thongs, silk, transparent
She pleaded with my groined thrustings
Bottoms to freedom display.

The curtain I slashed shut
Rather indignant
Her flooziness better bend left of main floor.

Bottomless I hung long and balls bundled tightly
The curtains must've alarmed her presence
Parting I swung frontally-
Just you dare and I'll thrust you
Smash up against the wall.

She prodded with her nails
Ditched them down my ass end
Sliced my damp crack and raked the
Muscled walls.

A knee lodged up my groin and shoved
Taut balls
Pressing a swollen staff too grand
For one hand
Both hands flexed and the friction
Sparked first juice ooze.

Swinging to the fore
That crimsoned tunnel wolfed
My staff
Sliding to bite and nibble
Tonguing feverishly the slush
Constantly snorting piggish wimpers
Crazed to sweating heaves.

I slammed her to the floor
Now rigging the hold
A frothing body bucking the pressure
Not a hope slut
You're content in a gradual cool-down.

I'll take these but
Not with the tears
And stains...