THE CRAVIN
Once upon a maiden, teary, while I humped her in her reary (reary?
),
Dumping many a pint and volume of my seed into her door.
Then while I felt my strength collapsing, suddenly there came a tapping,
Yea, a rapping, rapping, tapping at my chamber door.
“Tis a stranger, feeling horny, horny at my chamber door …
Only this and nothing more.
Ah, her silky skin was squirming, ‘neath the rustling of the curtain,
Filled me with renewed erection feeling passion like ner’ before,
So now my cock, it’s precum dripping, and my heart there strongly beating,
The horny bloke was then entreating, entrance at my bedroom door,
Some horny dude his rod entreating, entrance at my bedroom door,
That it is and nothing more.
Then he entered, awfully brazen, with his cock there slowly raisin’
Moving closer to the dripping of the semen on the floor,
From her cumy there a glistening he was surely on a mission,
As he knelt before her pushing, there into her chamber door,
And into her he slid in claiming, how he loved her chamber door,
Then he blew it as I before.
My cock was standing there most rigid for this girl who was sure not frigid,
My sacks were then again done filling seed aplenty there was more.
Her eyes surveyed me surely lusting, lusting now most surely more,
Her lips engulfed me tempting teasing, lusting now most surely more,
Til’ my cream shot ever more.
Then the dude now done was leaving, through the portal he had been beating,
Leaving me alone to ponder, the cum drenched maiden on the floor,
Who now was looking up and pleading for me to clean her cum filled door
To spend my day licking and cleaning, cleaning her wet cum filled door,
Only this and nothing more.
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