Alchemisland

That guy that you said is cute is a juicehead

Imagine me giving you head, the juice kept

Flowing had my chin glowing like irradiated voles, lost souls atomic toll

Bikini atoll, she has on something small less than a bikini

33 but looks 24, adorable and great comportment, no table elbows

Still on all fours on the floor, orgasms by the score, tip touching the core

Stoned so mouth is drier than a scone, won’t stop me though

After she deepthroat she pushes my head south, know where to go

Legs open like an old motorola flip phone, catacomb to mean bone zone

Like she has a cursed comb that kinda moaning, reserved for o’ name

Mouth make an O shape, oh oh oh all she can say, says my name

Hotter than a black flame spilling from the tophet back, videogame

With no save states, roguelike roughplay roughnecks only horseplay

I’m Virgo pretending I’m stately and well arranged when plainly

I’m ready to get crazy lately, drinking piss and pegging maybe

But not today, I’m certified insane making a hobby of cervix swabbing

My tip goes beyond the firmament, earning ear murmurs, please further

My face resting on her head back like sleeping on a furcoat

I’m Pinocchio if the story changed so his dick grows when titties show

Gepetto dirty minded, you know the kind

Only love science when it serves sex life

How about that sex drive when it’s directed

Properly applied and employed, crime to waste me

Fruit nobody can taste languishes on the branch then withers

To be frittered away at by wasps and bluebottles, eventually drop

Hope to shed root-taking seed and shoot up

Room black as something booting up

Shape of her booty up

A monstrance presented for worship, monstrously delicious needs fisting

Cannibal romances, bug eyed ass grabbing, making a pass at a milfy aunt

Given half a chance, leave my handprint on a diverse array of asses

Like the pink floyd print with the women with painted backs

But with big red marks after asked-for buttslaps

Give them no more than what they specifically ask for

I even let them record, get a few more clicks on their OnlyFans accordingly

Hope you have a lot of phone space, I can go for days

I say before instantly spraying the second she starts saying

Papi in that voice, I never banged a Latina before, wasn’t my choice

Obviously I wondered what all the noise was about but

Boys will be boys and often that talk is just noise, poise

Without fact’s backing, a lot of yakkety yak by boys on yak

Too many head attacks and hard tackles for them, my tackle is hard

Sailing partner peng, we’re on the bay of Biscay floating at midday

Sun with mad dogs and english cunts, something big coming

It’s my cock and it’s longer than the budget, side of my budgie

Smugglers she’s giving it a tug, so massive she’s struggling

Has to get over and under it to get it under control

Lightning and thunder I let her plunder then slump

In my deckchair, she pulls a hair from her mouth

Sits back done, reads a mag, she’s not proud

In the best possible way, dirtier than the south

Dirtier than a priest when police aren’t around

She goes further south than Roald Amundsen’s route

She says root me in the shitter pitilessly, happy to do

Afterwards she slaps paper into my still-wet lap

Notes for things to improve, a hand drawn map to her satisfaction

In her lap I lap at it, as if her madling cave full of cum-graced bats was

Lapis lakewaters lapping a lakeshore after days without a taste, squirt

Like someone was trying to burst escaping balloons with a watergun

She floating up off the bed, parade, from this head, my orgasm is delayed

Until she’s ready, we boom same time short circuit and snowing confetti

Right down to confession, no football but messy.