Favoritism
He stuck it in,
soft dribbles, then a long kick,
pitch of clits, that dick's a rogue;
7ft 3, such huge pitch couldn't cloak.
And further up, light dance in,
Till the G-spot, boxed eighteen.
His hands up, aiding the ride,
Her thighs, urging the strides.
And when the dickhead hit,
Her whistle moan filled the pitch.
Give her a ballon d'moan...
Favoritism!
22 - 21 = 1; 5 : 55.
P.S. Inspired by a statement on Twitter, "Ballon d'moan"
© Zu xian.
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