The Rebound

She bent over twice

Feeling right behind her

Groping for something

Headed the wrong way


She said put it in me

Giving me a brief pause

Before giving in

And just putting it in her


She grunted and she moaned

Rubbing her ridges against my grain

Thanking God through her misery

For giving her this fuck


We went for an hour

Then she pulled up her panties

Said I still don’t love you

But I’ll see you again at five


About Michael Medlen

My name is Michael and during my free time I avoid having a day job. Strangely enough, this gives me the freedom to run this blog. I write just about anything that can be considered art. I also occasionally post articles that may or may not be relevant to the theme of this site. You’ve been warned.
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