Clementine.
'That's my name.'
I had a wet dream about her, I said.
She was wearing a Dukes of Hazard outfit.
Tight cut jeans and a blue checkered shirt.
Her hair was in a piggy tail.
I dreamt that I fucked you, over and over.
'Mmmm,' she sighed.
I could see she was getting moist.
'I'm here to fulfill your childhood dreams.'
I thought your name was Daisy.
'I'm whoever you fucking want me to be,' she said then put her wet lips on mine.
I could feel two pointy breasts staring at me like an accusation.
'And I can feel your hard cock between your trousers.'
Hallelujah, Praise the Lord, I was cured of my soft-on.
It was now hard and ready for action.
I just wanted to test it out. See if it went soft after five minutes of lust making.
Max was watching on.
He was scouring the place for jealous local folk with pitchforks.
'Looks all clear,' he said as he dug into this guidebook.
'Get this,' he added, ' it says that the Chernobyl meltdown was a metaphor for carnal sex.'
I knew it was a beat-up, I just knew it I said to Max, as I pointed towards the mansion.
'Follow me,' said Daisy, who was holding my hand.
The Ukraine was looking very promising.
'One of the best-kept secrets,' said Max, who I noticed, had a tent pole in his trousers.
'That's my name.'
I had a wet dream about her, I said.
She was wearing a Dukes of Hazard outfit.
Tight cut jeans and a blue checkered shirt.
Her hair was in a piggy tail.
I dreamt that I fucked you, over and over.
'Mmmm,' she sighed.
I could see she was getting moist.
'I'm here to fulfill your childhood dreams.'
I thought your name was Daisy.
'I'm whoever you fucking want me to be,' she said then put her wet lips on mine.
I could feel two pointy breasts staring at me like an accusation.
'And I can feel your hard cock between your trousers.'
Hallelujah, Praise the Lord, I was cured of my soft-on.
It was now hard and ready for action.
I just wanted to test it out. See if it went soft after five minutes of lust making.
Max was watching on.
He was scouring the place for jealous local folk with pitchforks.
'Looks all clear,' he said as he dug into this guidebook.
'Get this,' he added, ' it says that the Chernobyl meltdown was a metaphor for carnal sex.'
I knew it was a beat-up, I just knew it I said to Max, as I pointed towards the mansion.
'Follow me,' said Daisy, who was holding my hand.
The Ukraine was looking very promising.
'One of the best-kept secrets,' said Max, who I noticed, had a tent pole in his trousers.
