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Poetry competition CLOSED 22nd January 2020 1:46pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNERS-UP:
slipalong
and ReggiePoet
Normal Activities in Unusual Places
Poetry Contest Description
Write a poem any length about doing a normal activity in unusual circumstances. I am sure that you can let you imaginations come up with bizzaire situations. below is a poem I wrote some time ago about havine sex in space.
New or old poems
No limit in number of entries.
Try to make the poem amusing
Erotic poems allowed
No limit in number of entries.
Try to make the poem amusing
Erotic poems allowed
Day in Space
We were weightless at last;
On a bed with my girl,
It happened so fast,
It gave us a thrill.
The instructions we face
Were hardly complex;
Whilst we are in space:
'Have frequent sex '
We try to get started,
But she floats away;
The technique is uncharted;
We must not dismay.
I grab at her waist
Trying to mount
But my aim is misplaced
We're floating about
We try to find somewhere
To stay in one place;
The bed and the chair
Were not a good base.
She lies on the floor
Limbs tied with straps
Can I now score?
It is still 'perhaps'
At last we find
The way it is done
Our bodies aligned
We start to have fun
The researchers were pleased
The film was so good
It's been well received
Around Hollywood
Written by gardenlover
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'Round the Corner📚
.
We make a date; let's meet at the book nook,
That sells every subject between covers,
Holding the universe in a nutshell.
So when he shows up exactly on time
Impeccably dressed in his bookish style,
I practic'lly swoon, that look from his specs!
We pass by bags of ground beans & green tea,
Of rotating racks with canvas book bags,
And rows of trendy kiln-glazed mugs on hooks.
We both look askance at hands on the clock.
As if from one mind we bolt for the stairs;
The lift would be faster, but time is scarce.
We run for the stacks and down the first row,
Biology! That's more than we want to know.
Surgery, Dentistry, Philosophy.
Sigmund, where are you when we need you most?
We go down - on all fours - and start crawling.
Geology. Ha! They'll NEVER find us!
We lie in a pile of first editions.
I writhe and I gasp; he's found my hot spot:
I love the smell of hard-bound most of all!
This will always be our fa-vo-rite place.
Love in a local shop 'round the corner,
There's nothing better for bookworms like us.
.
We make a date; let's meet at the book nook,
That sells every subject between covers,
Holding the universe in a nutshell.
So when he shows up exactly on time
Impeccably dressed in his bookish style,
I practic'lly swoon, that look from his specs!
We pass by bags of ground beans & green tea,
Of rotating racks with canvas book bags,
And rows of trendy kiln-glazed mugs on hooks.
We both look askance at hands on the clock.
As if from one mind we bolt for the stairs;
The lift would be faster, but time is scarce.
We run for the stacks and down the first row,
Biology! That's more than we want to know.
Surgery, Dentistry, Philosophy.
Sigmund, where are you when we need you most?
We go down - on all fours - and start crawling.
Geology. Ha! They'll NEVER find us!
We lie in a pile of first editions.
I writhe and I gasp; he's found my hot spot:
I love the smell of hard-bound most of all!
This will always be our fa-vo-rite place.
Love in a local shop 'round the corner,
There's nothing better for bookworms like us.
.
Written by Jade-Pandora
(jade tiger)
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Whatever
Did you pay more for your fare
To fly higher than the rest
Be taken where eagles dare
Three miles high club, please be my guest
That will make your ears go pop
The trolley dolleys striping off
Turbulance will help her knickers drop
The freebee without paying tax
Intercourse flight 69 indulge all wants
The vice captain earned his stripes
The stratosphere of copulance
The VIP indulgence spice
The Kama Sutra joy sticks bob
From the clouds on deaths flightpath
The Boeing 737 max for the snob
Whilst devil waits for your autograph
To fly higher than the rest
Be taken where eagles dare
Three miles high club, please be my guest
That will make your ears go pop
The trolley dolleys striping off
Turbulance will help her knickers drop
The freebee without paying tax
Intercourse flight 69 indulge all wants
The vice captain earned his stripes
The stratosphere of copulance
The VIP indulgence spice
The Kama Sutra joy sticks bob
From the clouds on deaths flightpath
The Boeing 737 max for the snob
Whilst devil waits for your autograph
Written by slipalong
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FROZEN IN LOVE
Tonight as I write, from my cozy Minnesota condo, it is currently -50 Fahrenheit outside. All schools have been canceled and the mail delivery has been suspended. Currently it is colder here then it is at the South Pole. I fear how many people will be found frozen to death by morning. For seldom does such a cold snap not leave casualties in its wake. Which reminds me of a particular tragedy that took place, when I was a young boy, in my rural home town of Somerset Wisconsin.
Somerset Wisconsin was a small village located about 40 miles east of Minneapolis Minnesota. Today, the burbs have overtaken it, consequently Somerset is much larger then it was when I was young. It sits right near the beautiful St. Croix River that borders Wisconsin from Minnesota. To find Somerset’s exact location on a state map of the United States is quite easy. The shape of Wisconsin makes the task simple. The western border is marked in the perfect profile of a Native American chief. Somerset is located right where his lips intersect. Legend has it, that Somerset was located there because all the hard drinking lumberjacks needed a place to ‘wet their lips.’
Indeed Somerset, which has the small Apple River running through it, before merging with the mighty St. Croix, was a party town famous for river tubing tourists, who loved to drink and raise a little Hell. But the citizens of Somerset were quite the opposite. Conservative and very religious, they fell into two distinct ethnic groups; French Canadian Roman Catholics and Scandinavian Lutherans. I was a member of the latter.
Despite these differences, all were a part of a single tight knit community. There was little or no segregation or discrimination between the two groups except in one area; dating between members of the different religious sects was strictly frowned upon at the point of being prohibited.
But the late 60’s and 70’s brought great change to Somerset as it had to all of the United States. Traditions and conventions were being questioned and challenged which is why that it was no one’s surprise that the nicest Lutheran boy, and the sweetest Catholic girl, became high school sweethearts. Because they were both such good kids, their parents, despite some reservations, gave them permission to make a date for the Winter Carnival dance.
As fate would have it, the night of the dance, was one of the coldest on record. But the folks from Somerset were a hardy lot, and a little inclement weather wasn’t going to stop them. The dance went off wonderfully, all attendees had a great time culminating with the mixed religion sweetheart couple being crowned king and queen of the carnival. Everyone remembers them kissing right after the coronation. Soon they vanished from the happy scene. It was the last time alive they’d ever be seen.
For after the dance, the young couple scored a six-pack of Hamm’s beer and went parking. That’s when it all went wrong. Looking back, I blame it on the Hamm’s beer.
Both sets of parents notified authorities when they realized their children were late getting home. A search was immediately organized but they couldn’t be found. Rumors that the young lovers had eloped had already begun, but the gossip was dashed when about noon the next day, they were found on a secluded farm lane. In the seat of the young man’s old Chevy pickup they were discovered frozen solid in each other’s arms. It was evident, that whilst making love, they had succumbed to carbon monoxide poisoning and froze after the idling pickup ran out of gas.
After the Somerset Volunteer Fire Department removed the frozen couple from the pickup, they were taken to the township’s heated garage and placed on a large oak table to thaw out. Nude, and in loving embrace, one of the fireman commented on how their glistening frozen bodies reminded him a beautiful marble renaissance statue. Yet, for decency sake, they were covered with a blanket.
Soon both pairs of parents arrived. Already notified of their passing, all four were inconsolable. Father Rivard was present for emotional support and said a brief prayer before the shrouded couple but was muffled by the wail of lamentations.
Suddenly the mother of the girl demanded hysterically to see her daughter. “I want to see my baby, now!”
“I’d strongly advice against it,” the fire chief warned.
“NO” she screamed! “I want to see her now!”
So, the county corner relented, grabbing the blanket by a corner, with one tug the naked couple was exposed in the position of coitus.
“Damn your son,” the girl’s mother shrieked at the boy’s parents. “Look at what he’s doing to my daughter!”
“And your little Miss Perfect isn’t doing anything to him,” the son’s mother shouted back?
“Separate them now” the girl’s mother ordered. “I don’t want her in his arms a second longer.”
“Well Mam, that isn’t going to be easy considering their both frozen solid together,” the fire chief warned.
“I don’t care, release her from that animal’s grip, immediately,” she demanded! Suddenly a shouting match ensued between the deceased teens’ parents.
Sensing that things were getting out of control the fire chief ordered two of his men to take pry bars and try and separate the young lovers. The firemen mounted the oak table and were able to place their heavy tools between the young lovers. As they began pulling in opposite directions, a loud sound like peeling adhesive became audible, silencing arguing parents. They became, like everyone else in the garage, transfixed by the process.
Realizing that they were becoming separated, both firemen paused to take a deep breath. Then with a heavy heave, each simultaneously excreted a tremendous effort and pulled on their pry bars.
“CRACK!” The sound signaled the separation of the lovers’ bodies. All was quiet for a second till, “clink, clunk, clunk, and crack. The young man’s broken penis had broken off, rolled across the table and on to the floor. All was completely silent as the audience stared at the young man’s rather large broken member, till his father proudly spoke up.
“That’s my boy, a chip off the old block!”
Somerset Wisconsin was a small village located about 40 miles east of Minneapolis Minnesota. Today, the burbs have overtaken it, consequently Somerset is much larger then it was when I was young. It sits right near the beautiful St. Croix River that borders Wisconsin from Minnesota. To find Somerset’s exact location on a state map of the United States is quite easy. The shape of Wisconsin makes the task simple. The western border is marked in the perfect profile of a Native American chief. Somerset is located right where his lips intersect. Legend has it, that Somerset was located there because all the hard drinking lumberjacks needed a place to ‘wet their lips.’
Indeed Somerset, which has the small Apple River running through it, before merging with the mighty St. Croix, was a party town famous for river tubing tourists, who loved to drink and raise a little Hell. But the citizens of Somerset were quite the opposite. Conservative and very religious, they fell into two distinct ethnic groups; French Canadian Roman Catholics and Scandinavian Lutherans. I was a member of the latter.
Despite these differences, all were a part of a single tight knit community. There was little or no segregation or discrimination between the two groups except in one area; dating between members of the different religious sects was strictly frowned upon at the point of being prohibited.
But the late 60’s and 70’s brought great change to Somerset as it had to all of the United States. Traditions and conventions were being questioned and challenged which is why that it was no one’s surprise that the nicest Lutheran boy, and the sweetest Catholic girl, became high school sweethearts. Because they were both such good kids, their parents, despite some reservations, gave them permission to make a date for the Winter Carnival dance.
As fate would have it, the night of the dance, was one of the coldest on record. But the folks from Somerset were a hardy lot, and a little inclement weather wasn’t going to stop them. The dance went off wonderfully, all attendees had a great time culminating with the mixed religion sweetheart couple being crowned king and queen of the carnival. Everyone remembers them kissing right after the coronation. Soon they vanished from the happy scene. It was the last time alive they’d ever be seen.
For after the dance, the young couple scored a six-pack of Hamm’s beer and went parking. That’s when it all went wrong. Looking back, I blame it on the Hamm’s beer.
Both sets of parents notified authorities when they realized their children were late getting home. A search was immediately organized but they couldn’t be found. Rumors that the young lovers had eloped had already begun, but the gossip was dashed when about noon the next day, they were found on a secluded farm lane. In the seat of the young man’s old Chevy pickup they were discovered frozen solid in each other’s arms. It was evident, that whilst making love, they had succumbed to carbon monoxide poisoning and froze after the idling pickup ran out of gas.
After the Somerset Volunteer Fire Department removed the frozen couple from the pickup, they were taken to the township’s heated garage and placed on a large oak table to thaw out. Nude, and in loving embrace, one of the fireman commented on how their glistening frozen bodies reminded him a beautiful marble renaissance statue. Yet, for decency sake, they were covered with a blanket.
Soon both pairs of parents arrived. Already notified of their passing, all four were inconsolable. Father Rivard was present for emotional support and said a brief prayer before the shrouded couple but was muffled by the wail of lamentations.
Suddenly the mother of the girl demanded hysterically to see her daughter. “I want to see my baby, now!”
“I’d strongly advice against it,” the fire chief warned.
“NO” she screamed! “I want to see her now!”
So, the county corner relented, grabbing the blanket by a corner, with one tug the naked couple was exposed in the position of coitus.
“Damn your son,” the girl’s mother shrieked at the boy’s parents. “Look at what he’s doing to my daughter!”
“And your little Miss Perfect isn’t doing anything to him,” the son’s mother shouted back?
“Separate them now” the girl’s mother ordered. “I don’t want her in his arms a second longer.”
“Well Mam, that isn’t going to be easy considering their both frozen solid together,” the fire chief warned.
“I don’t care, release her from that animal’s grip, immediately,” she demanded! Suddenly a shouting match ensued between the deceased teens’ parents.
Sensing that things were getting out of control the fire chief ordered two of his men to take pry bars and try and separate the young lovers. The firemen mounted the oak table and were able to place their heavy tools between the young lovers. As they began pulling in opposite directions, a loud sound like peeling adhesive became audible, silencing arguing parents. They became, like everyone else in the garage, transfixed by the process.
Realizing that they were becoming separated, both firemen paused to take a deep breath. Then with a heavy heave, each simultaneously excreted a tremendous effort and pulled on their pry bars.
“CRACK!” The sound signaled the separation of the lovers’ bodies. All was quiet for a second till, “clink, clunk, clunk, and crack. The young man’s broken penis had broken off, rolled across the table and on to the floor. All was completely silent as the audience stared at the young man’s rather large broken member, till his father proudly spoke up.
“That’s my boy, a chip off the old block!”
Written by snugglebuck
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Porno for a Pyro
Ever since he was little James liked flames,
The way they seemed to sway and dance and play,
And it was becoming a risky game,
‘Til one day he lit up a bale of hay.
The old family barn went up in flames,
While James’ eyes lit up with absolute joy,
Ever since then he wouldn’t be the same,
A demon had taken a hold of the boy.
As he grew older he kept conspiring,
He’d light up his place and then complain,
But James would blame it on faulty wiring,
Then he would file an insurance claim.
He was getting even more dangerous,
He’d get aroused around structure fires,
His passion was all the more treacherous,
It is a mania that never tires.
When firefighters arrived on the scene,
They paused for a second as they saw James,
He was naked in the middle of the street,
Masturbating while watching the flames.
Written by wallyroo92
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The Mallard
a story, in verse,
with my apologies to Edgar Allen Poe,
and to anyone with a fetish for popcorn,
or spinsters,
or ducks
Once upon a May’s day, cheery, as I pondered, gay but weary,
Weary from the din of ducks amassing near my backyard door.
While I nodded, noontime-napping, dreaming that I heard some quacking,
Mallard drake was gently quacking, quacking at my backyard door.
“He’s just looking for a handout, quacking at my backyard door.
Only this and nothing more.”
Dreamt I'm hungry for a snack, and fetched some popcorn from the back, and
Poured it in a dish for that and opened up the oven’s door.
Eagerly I set the timer, strong was my popcorn desire!
Oven’s Bell! I got excited, and I spilled some on the floor,
In the kitchen, near the door, a little popcorn on the floor.
Only that and nothing more.
Thrilled with my hot buttered treat, I took the bowl back to my seat, and,
Thinking to myself, “I spilled some. Maybe, I should pop some more?”
While I dreamt of popcorn popping, quacking that I heard, not stopping
Duck outside now loudly quacking, quacking at my backyard door.
It can smell that buttered popcorn, lying near the kitchen door.
A hungry duck, and nothing more.
Through the backdoor window peering, hungry quacking I was hearing,
Dreaming to myself that I should sweep the popcorn off the floor.
What about that duck I’m hearing? It could help with popcorn clearing
If I let the duck inside, now quacking at my kitchen door.
It will eat the popcorn spilled there, popcorn lying on my floor.
Feed it popcorn, nothing more.
Feeding popcorn to that drake soon proved to be a big mistake, that
Mallard drake ate all the popcorn spilled upon my kitchen floor.
Now that duck’s fulfilled its mission, time to make it leave my kitchen!
Duck inside needs prompt eviction, quacking that it wants some more.
It can smell my bowl of popcorn, quacking that it wants some more.
Quoth the Mallard “Popcorn! More!”
Duck was fast and clearly able, flew upon my kitchen table,
Eating all my buttered popcorn right from out my popcorn bowl!
Damn that duck for stealing popcorn, eating all my buttered popcorn!
Duck inside with wings a-flapping, quacking that it wants some more.
I went to fetch more popcorn and discovered that there was no more.
Then the bird said “Popcorn! More!”
Angry now, popcorn bereft, my outrage on that duck beset, I
Shooed my fow’l popcorn pest from off my table to the floor.
Popcorn thief showed no contrition, as I chased it ‘round my kitchen
Cursing it to fowls’ perdition, as it flapped across the floor!
Stared at me with strong suspicion, then it waddled out my door.
Silence then and nothing more.
Flustered by that duck, now vexed, I dreamt that I should calm myself, by
Walking to the cineplex, to watch a movie and unwind.
On the way, while walking there, I dreamt the day was bright and fair, and
I enjoyed some clean, fresh air, no longer lacking peace of mind;
Suddenly, I heard the blare of hungry quacking from behind!
Think I’m going to lose my mind.
My anxiety came back when, whereupon that hungry quack from
Mallard duck, my walk bushwhacked, as toward the cineplex I plied;
Soon, the ticket window reaching, with that hungry quacking screeching,
Ticket window lady preaching, “You can’t bring that duck inside!”
Spite against all my beseeching, by her rules I must abide.
Overreaching rules? He’ll hide!
By that duck, denied my entrance, dreamt I feigned a measured temperance.
Mallard duck my new apprentice, whom I now must sneak inside.
In my trousers I must stuff that menace of a hungry duck if
I am to have any luck and win my entrance, get inside.
I must hide that stupid duck within my trousers, to abide.
Silly rules now brushed aside.
Bought some popcorn, found my seat, I sat down next to sisters, sweet old
Ladies sitting in their seats, just chatting calmly next to me.
Eating popcorn in my seat, and feeling kicking from webbed feet, my
Zipper, opened, Mallard beak poked out from trousers, so to breathe.
Spinster sitting next to me can not believe what she now sees!
Just a duck that needs to breathe.
Hungry duck has found my popcorn, duck’s head buried deep in popcorn;
Spinster seethes with fear and scorn, believing I’m enacting porn.
Spinster sitting next to me elbows her sister, for to see, what
She mistakes as part of me, a private part she should not see!
Worldly sister smiles with glee, “That’s nothing that we haven’t seen.”
“Seen One, and you’ve seen them all!”
Spinster sitting next to me keeps gawking at the part of me that
She believes that she can see, a shocking masturbation scene.
Sound of duckbill mastication, munching popcorn, no cessation,
In the dark, duck’s head’s gyration, crunching popcorn, is a blur.
Believes that I am masturbating, in my popcorn, just for her.
Exposed, indecently, to her.
Spinster sitting next to me elbows her sister frantically, but
Worldly sister casually just waves it off with just a laugh.
Hungry duck then finds her popcorn, frantic spinster’s box of popcorn
Duck’s head flips her box airborne and dumps it all upon her lap.
When it tries to eat the popcorn, I receive a righteous slap!
Shocked awake from noontime's nap!
with my apologies to Edgar Allen Poe,
and to anyone with a fetish for popcorn,
or spinsters,
or ducks
Once upon a May’s day, cheery, as I pondered, gay but weary,
Weary from the din of ducks amassing near my backyard door.
While I nodded, noontime-napping, dreaming that I heard some quacking,
Mallard drake was gently quacking, quacking at my backyard door.
“He’s just looking for a handout, quacking at my backyard door.
Only this and nothing more.”
Dreamt I'm hungry for a snack, and fetched some popcorn from the back, and
Poured it in a dish for that and opened up the oven’s door.
Eagerly I set the timer, strong was my popcorn desire!
Oven’s Bell! I got excited, and I spilled some on the floor,
In the kitchen, near the door, a little popcorn on the floor.
Only that and nothing more.
Thrilled with my hot buttered treat, I took the bowl back to my seat, and,
Thinking to myself, “I spilled some. Maybe, I should pop some more?”
While I dreamt of popcorn popping, quacking that I heard, not stopping
Duck outside now loudly quacking, quacking at my backyard door.
It can smell that buttered popcorn, lying near the kitchen door.
A hungry duck, and nothing more.
Through the backdoor window peering, hungry quacking I was hearing,
Dreaming to myself that I should sweep the popcorn off the floor.
What about that duck I’m hearing? It could help with popcorn clearing
If I let the duck inside, now quacking at my kitchen door.
It will eat the popcorn spilled there, popcorn lying on my floor.
Feed it popcorn, nothing more.
Feeding popcorn to that drake soon proved to be a big mistake, that
Mallard drake ate all the popcorn spilled upon my kitchen floor.
Now that duck’s fulfilled its mission, time to make it leave my kitchen!
Duck inside needs prompt eviction, quacking that it wants some more.
It can smell my bowl of popcorn, quacking that it wants some more.
Quoth the Mallard “Popcorn! More!”
Duck was fast and clearly able, flew upon my kitchen table,
Eating all my buttered popcorn right from out my popcorn bowl!
Damn that duck for stealing popcorn, eating all my buttered popcorn!
Duck inside with wings a-flapping, quacking that it wants some more.
I went to fetch more popcorn and discovered that there was no more.
Then the bird said “Popcorn! More!”
Angry now, popcorn bereft, my outrage on that duck beset, I
Shooed my fow’l popcorn pest from off my table to the floor.
Popcorn thief showed no contrition, as I chased it ‘round my kitchen
Cursing it to fowls’ perdition, as it flapped across the floor!
Stared at me with strong suspicion, then it waddled out my door.
Silence then and nothing more.
Flustered by that duck, now vexed, I dreamt that I should calm myself, by
Walking to the cineplex, to watch a movie and unwind.
On the way, while walking there, I dreamt the day was bright and fair, and
I enjoyed some clean, fresh air, no longer lacking peace of mind;
Suddenly, I heard the blare of hungry quacking from behind!
Think I’m going to lose my mind.
My anxiety came back when, whereupon that hungry quack from
Mallard duck, my walk bushwhacked, as toward the cineplex I plied;
Soon, the ticket window reaching, with that hungry quacking screeching,
Ticket window lady preaching, “You can’t bring that duck inside!”
Spite against all my beseeching, by her rules I must abide.
Overreaching rules? He’ll hide!
By that duck, denied my entrance, dreamt I feigned a measured temperance.
Mallard duck my new apprentice, whom I now must sneak inside.
In my trousers I must stuff that menace of a hungry duck if
I am to have any luck and win my entrance, get inside.
I must hide that stupid duck within my trousers, to abide.
Silly rules now brushed aside.
Bought some popcorn, found my seat, I sat down next to sisters, sweet old
Ladies sitting in their seats, just chatting calmly next to me.
Eating popcorn in my seat, and feeling kicking from webbed feet, my
Zipper, opened, Mallard beak poked out from trousers, so to breathe.
Spinster sitting next to me can not believe what she now sees!
Just a duck that needs to breathe.
Hungry duck has found my popcorn, duck’s head buried deep in popcorn;
Spinster seethes with fear and scorn, believing I’m enacting porn.
Spinster sitting next to me elbows her sister, for to see, what
She mistakes as part of me, a private part she should not see!
Worldly sister smiles with glee, “That’s nothing that we haven’t seen.”
“Seen One, and you’ve seen them all!”
Spinster sitting next to me keeps gawking at the part of me that
She believes that she can see, a shocking masturbation scene.
Sound of duckbill mastication, munching popcorn, no cessation,
In the dark, duck’s head’s gyration, crunching popcorn, is a blur.
Believes that I am masturbating, in my popcorn, just for her.
Exposed, indecently, to her.
Spinster sitting next to me elbows her sister frantically, but
Worldly sister casually just waves it off with just a laugh.
Hungry duck then finds her popcorn, frantic spinster’s box of popcorn
Duck’s head flips her box airborne and dumps it all upon her lap.
When it tries to eat the popcorn, I receive a righteous slap!
Shocked awake from noontime's nap!
Written by ReggiePoet
(Reggie)
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While The Other Guys Were Watching
It
was while
the other
guys were watching
the football game that
I saw the blonde sitting
next to me finger herself
which made me drop my pants and rub
my dick until she saw what I was
doing and got on my lap to ride my
rod before she wanted me to fuck her
doggy style so that she could also
see the tee vee and each time I
saw the home team about to
score a touchdown, I gave
myself no choice but
to shoot cum out
of my cock
and in
her.
was while
the other
guys were watching
the football game that
I saw the blonde sitting
next to me finger herself
which made me drop my pants and rub
my dick until she saw what I was
doing and got on my lap to ride my
rod before she wanted me to fuck her
doggy style so that she could also
see the tee vee and each time I
saw the home team about to
score a touchdown, I gave
myself no choice but
to shoot cum out
of my cock
and in
her.
Written by berea440oh
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