Lyndsay (The Leg) Lohan

 Sleek and slender
Smooth and silth like
Tight smooth skin
The kind I want to touch
The kind I want to stroke
I want to be close, closer,
Then closer still
I sit beside her
Closely beside her
I feel a stirring
A warm motivation
I touch her thigh
Stroking it inside
Smooth to the touch
But a little cold
I decide to warm her up
No time for mucking about
No time for play time
I grip her hard
I pull her towards me
I look at her gaping hole
I put on my sheath
Better safe than sorry
No time for foreplay
I thrust it in her
I enter her
She is so tight
Still no lubrication
I reposition myself
She wants to make me stand
I thrust harder
Then harder
So hard I can thrust no more
I am fully inside her
She can take no more
I sigh
With her help
I stand up again
And with difficulty
I walk on her
My ecstasy complete
She assists me
And without the help
Of the baby Jesus
This cripple
walks