Based on "Winter" by William ShakespeareWhen ghastly melons guard the door,And coloured sugars come by the bag,And fields of grass wear green no more,And leaves begin to wilt and sag. When the bones of nature litter our floor,Then Jack grows into a witchly hag,Makeup and wig Come out at last, While greedy children knock at the gate.When days grow short and nights. .. owww... oh M-Master... „Those four, laid more or less over each other, made Tessa really squirm. Quentin was quite delight.„Keep your bottom up, girl... right up,“ he ordered. The three-quarter moons, now more pink that white, thrust up higher, the skin tautening.Thwack! Thwack!With all his force! The bottom bounced and jerked violently, flesh juddering. Oh what a sight! To his surprise, though he had so recently been tossed of by Tessa's tits, Quentin found himself coming to erection again.. Most notable the fact that your eyes are tightly closed, that you haven't noticed him... and he decides to keep it that way, leaning silently against the wall, his throat feeling a bit constricted as he watches, listens.. his thoughts returning to the picture in his mind... the wanton splay of your thighs, your ass raised high in the air, the tantalizing swell of your cheeks... the glistening pink of your sex, your fingers exploring, delving inside... it strikes something deep within him,.Read More