Unfaltering Sweep

To be wild with the pants down, I wonder how he would look. Playing in this lightening bolt, Over the belt to thunder. Mock him to your naked brilliance, Tenderly his eyes would roll. Lustful you could fire this dolt, Without that belt he would roar. Honestly touch those macho lips, Wet to the base in dribbles. Enjoy now this mounting colt, Holding out to his love growls. Fancies the raw hot ripples, Shocking as his moans and groans. Counts these gains and learn to revolt, Prowling hands in delightful jolts. Shell a peanut or a pea? There is "Sheltered" for our glee.