The 4th

Over the ledge you lean and look
At the celebration in the park
Me beside you but fingers deep in the sweet
Like the king of the whole county.

If it was day, we could see my ranch from here
The tallest building around
And probably the most secure
Hard to sneak up into a courthouse, you know.

But down to the basement first
Past the chillers and pumps(lose your heels)
Disable the cameras on the fourth floor
It's mostly elevator from here on.

Up the last ten feet on a ladder
Through the roof hatch
Me below you (my, my Mrs. Jones! No undies)
I follow close with a mouth full of ass.

Wide open starry skies
Party down below
You sit on the ledge and open wide
Perfect position for balls deep thrusts.

Leaning back, over the crowd
Nails deep in my back, clinging to lust
Clinging to life
Fireworks dancing in your eyes.

Scream all you want, miss
No one can hear you up here
Except my cock buried deep
And quivering cunt's squeak.

Dripping mess, wrinkled dress
Staggering back below, steady yourself
Prim and proper now, Mrs. Jones
You must think about your re-election!