Although I wished it different
It wasn't all that good
I'd been drinking pretty heavy
And I didn't have much wood
we fumbled in the back seat
I got her nickers past her knees
She leaned in close and whispered
Be gentle with me please
No pressure on this ******
I thought she knew her way around
Now, I'm drunk and she's all tensed up
I said "let's get outside upon the ground"
The cold air on my ********
Made things go from bad to worse
My ***** was a dead as
A corpse inside a hearse
so, I got on top and rode her
where I thought that other blokes had been
and after seven minutes riding
she asked me "is it in?"
Apr 11, 2017
Apr 11, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC
Although I wished it different
It wasn't all that good
I'd been drinking pretty heavy
And I didn't have much wood
we fumbled in the back seat
I got her nickers past her knees
She leaned in close and whispered
Be gentle with me please
No pressure on this ******
I thought she knew her way around
Now, I'm drunk and she's all tensed up
I said "let's get outside upon the ground"
The cold air on my ********
Made things go from bad to worse
My ***** was a dead as
A corpse inside a hearse
so, I got on top and rode her
where I thought that other blokes had been
and after seven minutes riding
she asked me "is it in?"
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