Million Dollar Ass

She didn’t wear heels much
That wasn’t her approach
She was considered one of the guys
She has a personality of a butch
With a very feminine touch
She wore tight Texans jerseys every Sunday
If she got out of mass in time someway
She was Catholic
It would be fantastic
 
She slept in a shirt
And boy shorts
She had these dreams
That she just couldn’t abort
She moaned with ecstasy in her dreams
As a hand drifted down in her jeans
She was already topless
Showing her cute small breasts...
 
 
She remembered the dream
She remembered the hand
She tried to fight it
Her hand began to drift
Her brain began to say
“Who's got the greatest ass on the planet?"
She took it for granted
The boys loved it
They thought it was exquisite
 
Her pussy got wetter
As she thought about it more  
At that point it's no contest
It couldn't be ignored
She reached inside her shirt
She moaned  
In a sexy tone alone:
“Eat this pussy.”
 
She pulled her boy shorts down
Rolled over and smiled
She caressed her round mound
And admired
Played with it,
She admits
No wonder they want all of this shit
She took her cell phone, took a selfie, and said...
“Million Dollar Ass, you can’t afford this.”