Shaggin

Shagging(c) 2001  by Mike Kimera
“Fancy a shag?” she ses, pushing her little tits out.
Not top totty, but the best on offer. I’m sorted with whizz. She’s gaggin for it.
The bogs stink of piss, no doors on the traps, lights fritzing. Perfect!
One foot on the bog, dress hiked, fingers in cunt, she ses, “C’mon. Gerrit out.”
Pokerhard it pushes up and in.
Fuckin TIGHT tart.
“Harder. Fuck me harder.”
Slammin’ her against the wall, grippin’ her arse, bangin’ and pushin’ and bitin’ her neck ’til I spit my spunk inside her.
She’s crumpled on the floor, still frigging, when I leave.
Slag!

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s