at the pub

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From time to time I look at her

My dick so hard and in despair.

Sitting relaxed in a cool inn

Her leg runs slowly up to my pin.

Under the table between my legs

Her toe is touching up my kegs.

I get excited and I turn red

Right on the table I want her spread.

The passers-by can never see

That I’m about to cum like pee.

Its her intention to make me sweat

And let me melt like a sorbet.

I’ll have to wait till I get home

To fuck her up and hear her moan.

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