Mar. 22, 2016
It was hard now to focus her plan,
Held in the arms of a man.
She gasped, full of heat,
As his lips pinched her teat.
He was coming on like the god Pan.
Moe's hugging made Lulu mere putty,
Melting and utterly slutty.
Her desire was burning,
A slave to the yearning.
Every thought in her head became muddy.
His technique attained Lulu's yielding,
As if the black arts he was wielding.
The cop was full in,
Succumbing to sin,
Her body electric with feeling.
