Canvas

Your skin is our canvas
Penis is our paintbrush
Semen is our ink
Your luscious body our muse
Soon will arrive our prurient eye
When birds will mourn sunset
And stridulation In the wilderness 
Will welcome the moon 
To deluge you in the cataract of lust
Making you walk in your birthday suit
Under the moon and stars
Our hands feeling your skin
Probing all your crevices and
Squeezing all your muscles
Spreading you on grassy lawn
Your nude body sparkling in moonlight
Waiting to take the pleasure of life
I can see the lust brewing in your eyes
To treat you as our cum dump
Your warm wet swampy oven
Ready to cook our meat
Your breast waiting to be kneaded
Your mouth to be filled with your cock
Following our order
To be in nude unless we are done
You ready to be cocked anytime
You calling all my mates on call 
To treat you as a cum dumpster
My friends filling all your holes simultaneously
Contorting your body in all possible way
To bury the sperm deep inside you
Fucking you in the way you want
Treating you as a rag doll
Our sperm flooding your pussy
Trussing you tightly
With your holes exposed
And keeping you always in fuck mode
You love the way we often slapped your boobs 
And treating it without mercy
At times slapping your pussy too 
When we end up fucking.
Your pink swollen gaps enticing our cocka
You cherish the way we drench you  in golden shower
Spreading your pussy lips 
Oiling it to lubricate it 
To make it ready to pound with our meat 
Your body twitching and writhing in pain
Only to relieved by the cocks
Marking your body
Delineating it among ourself 
And then using it mercilessly
Fucking your holes
Squeezing your muscles 
Kneading your boobs
Because you have nothing else to ask
But to ask us to cock you
And sate youf ever brewing luscious desire