She turned towards him /
Her towel falling away /
Revealing pale skin

She looked glamorous /
The white pearls around her neck /
Shining where they fell

The girl of his dreams /
Slide his hand from her belly /
Into her knickers

He paused the porno /
Shocked to see the girl next door /
Her ass full of cock

She'd fucked most races /
(Marathon runners, sprinters /
and a relay team)

She pressed her warm tongue /
Against the base of his cock /
Breath warm on his shaft

She dined on his cock /
Savouring his erection /
Like a gourmet meal

Little tennis skirt /
Barely concealing from view /
White cotton panties

She lifted her top /
Revealing her pale, pert breasts /
To her calm webcam

Her twisted panties /
Wrapped around her favourite toy /
Holding it in place

He lifts her skirt up /
Roughly pulls down her panties /
And grabs her pussy

Her long, golden hair /
Cascades over heaving breasts /
As she rides his cock

She audibly sighs /
As he withdraws from her warmth /
Her pussy gasping

Freshly shaved and wet /
He buries his tongue in her /
Savouring her taste

Their private moments /
Recorded for their pleasure /
And their website fans

His sticky warm cum /
Mingled with her own juices /
In her wet panties

She struggles to hold /
His warm semen in her mouth /
While he takes pictures

Riding her husband /
But craving more attention /
She beckons his friend

She laps at the girl /
Tasting in her wet pussy /
Her boyfriend's warm cum

Drooling she struggles /
To repeat the alphabet /
While he fucks her mouth

He withdraws from her /
His rigid cock glistening /
With her arousal

One final deep thrust /
Then she tastes his eruption /
Cum leaks from her lips

Bent over the couch /
Her back arched, ass thrust upwards /
Waiting to be fucked

She rises from him /
Her creamy pleasure glistens /
On his rigid cock

As he grips her hair /
Whispering filth into her ear /
Her panties grow wet

She waits on the bed /
Face pressed against the pillow /
Her ass in the air

She's "working" from home /
Writing some Naughty Haiku /
In her underwear

He watches her dance /
While struggling to conceal /
His bulging trousers

Barely an hour passed /
Without her mind distracted /
Her hand on her crotch

She stands before them /
Consumed by their hungry eyes /
Her clothes on the floor

He opened his eyes /
Belt, boots and a bandana /
Was all that she wore