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 grow long,And teen athletic games take place,And ravens nightly croak their song,And orange and black adorn. And by the gods was he gorgeous. He had golden hair that fell in waves down to his shoulders, and a face almost to angelic for his body. The feature that stood out the most were his bright green eyes. They damn near glowed. ‘Well I can see why Borin decided to take you. I have never seen an equal to your beauty.’ ‘That man killed my father and dragged me from my home. Forgive me if I don’t care why.’ He frowned at me and then looked to his brother. ‘Have Jolin get her cleaned up and dressed.. I am cradling my balls and can feel the moisture, I start teasing my puckered ring first with one finger then a second one slipping them both inside using my manmade jellyfor lube they slide in with ease.Fuck that feels good as a third one joins the other two. In and out fucking my man pussy with three digits. It’s a good thing I have rubber sheets on the bed because the precum is flowing like water. I’ve got to taste it just to make sure.I’m sopping some of the nectar up with my fingers..Read More
