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"The Ride"
“.....the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees.
The moon was a ghostly galleon tossed upon cloudy seas.
The road was a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
And the highwayman came riding—
Riding—riding—
The highwayman came riding, up to the old inn-door.”
I am going to ride you ….hard
a spirited jaunt, you and “eye”
our bodies will sweat in the late of evening
the summer sun still high in the sky
I crop your tawny backside
to increase your stride
the rhythm, the motion
arousing my nature
on this breathtaking ride
you between my thighs
Oh, how I shall ride you
my cock heavy against your back
it's throb synced against
thy beating heart
needing more, my knees tight against
your ribs
my crop again makes sharp contact......
“....If you're horny lets do it, ride it, my pony
My saddle's waiting, come and jump on it”
(one whiff of your scent
and I’m face-deep in your crotch
until you cum....) “where did that cum from?”
I'm gonna' ride you
inside out
the “root of all my evil”
stroking you deeply
til the “neighs” cum out
mounting you
and the pressure's on
this vulgar display of power...
…fucking you until all the tension is gone
this thrashing ought to be a sin
let's cool down
beneath the tepid waters
then I'll mount you and
do it
all
over
again.......
…...yes, the highwayman came a-riding
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