Beads of sweat rolling down his back
Her fingernails digging ditches
Run offs for it all to escape
Lungs gasping for air
As he reaches further down her throat
Loaded cannon he aims and fires
She swallows with a grin
They watch from windows
Getting off as they work up more sweat
More moans to fill their desires
**** through a window seal
Ducking and covering with every position swap
Her on her hands and knees
Begging to be ravished from behind
She cries out for it to go deeper
His hand around his ****
Knowing any minute he'll ***
Him slapping her ***
The thrill of the hunt
Chasing her ******
Through every hole she possesses
Making her look like the filth
These peeping toms enjoy