poem by Red Pesca
she kneels
black hair pulled away from her face
hands clasped behind her back
yellow-brown skin naked
his thigh pushing against her tit
as he drives cock up into her mouth
his balls dance like ping pong balls
popping out of a lottery machine
to call the winning pick four
i rub my two losers and watch his claim her
as jizz rifles into my wife’s face
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