Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse. I think he lubed his cock with my own cum as it leaked from his mouth before I felt his rock hard, slippery dick pushing in between my ass cheeks. I said “I don’t know, I don’t know” and began to squirm out from under him when Roger stood saying, “He already opened you up, take his cock now.” With that, Paul pulled me to my knees, pressed the head of his slippery cock against my opening and pushed himself inside me as he gripped tightly around my hips. I closed my eyes as a wave of pain.Read More
