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 grow long,And teen athletic games take place,And ravens nightly croak their song,And orange and black adorn. She had small, dime sized nipples, he clasped her left breasts in his hand and suckled her nipple, “Mmm,” she moaned, and he moved on to her right. He swirled his tongue around her areola, and lightly nibbled on them, "Ah," she gasped in pleasure in pain, she'd wanted this for so long, his big strong body over hers tasting her breasts, but she wanted more she grabbed his head and pushed his head downward.Then he began to work his way down and he pulled her bikini bottom off, her snatch had.Read More
