Sep 30, 2015
The Viral Load
Susan’s infection had spread.
But so did her legs.
The daily grind
Of her hips against my
Man pussy.
Her clit throbs,
The skin on her member
Looking to burst.
“Are you ready, Salvatore?”
Pushing my legs over my head as her
ENGORGED CLITORIS
Penetrates my man pussy.
The sweat dripping down her mustache
As her armpit muscles pulsate.
The inflamed beansprout
Minutes away from
Expressing its yellowy exudate.
She'd blown her pus on me twice already.
"C'mon. Squeeze out one more."
Her clit, rubbed raw by the
80-thread count sheets.
Without another word,
She dismounted,
Her body prostrate to the floor.
Flick. Flick. Flick.
The pus ran along
The linoleum.