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Twister

There was this party.

Games of all sorts.

Chess in that corner,
Checkers over there,
A couple playing Scrabble,
A card game at the table.

Games of all sorts.

One tiny little catch,
Nude,
Naked,
Completely,
Totally,
Everyone.

That kind of party.

And I, playing Twister,
Two of us,
I didn't know her,
But,
We were getting,
Very well acquainted.

Twisted around,
Sort of pretzel like.

Next spin, red,
She twisted,
Her foot found red,
Her butt now,
Pressed me there.

Next spin, green,
I moved my foot,
My groin was against her ass.

Next spin, red, again,
She reached for that red over there,
Pushed against me leg,
I lost my balanced,
Pushed her flat on the floor,
My groin pinning her ass down,
And, in our sudden fall,
My cock entered her,
Forcefully.

She giggled, wiggled, and squirmed.

I couldn't stop myself.

And came.

She twisted around, smiled at me.

And said, "Another go at this?"

I said, "Of course."

It was that sort of party.