Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights. She looks back at me, almost seemingly nervous again before turning back and closing her eyes, her lips enveloping the very tip of me in exquisite warmth. It is enough to make my world spin for a second as she slowly flickers her tongue across the slit, her mouth dipping further as she begins to gain her confidence again. My fingers fist in the sheets, struggling not to reach forward to grip her hair as she dips dangerously low, almost taking my whole length. I watch as she does so, bottoming.Read More
