Sweating, panting, gasping, thrusting, pushing. Scratching shoving, she screams, grunts and groans... Oh lord why? Why me! Wet all over, sticky sweet sweat!
Tossing turning crying now, ha how, stammers she, twisting round to face thee, screams echo hollow space, but alas tis not the case!
If your mind was not a sin, you woldent have that grin! ,
Yes you I see, how you'd think she was taken by thee...
Taken she was, that I say, but not in the sweet seductive way!