“You never guess what, Sandra.”“What?”“At work today, I was standing outside the coffee room. I could hear Mick and Bob talking about me.”“What were they saying?”“You won’t believe it. Bob was telling Mick that he loved my tits, and wanted...

This poem only available on Lush Stories. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.I'm stripped naked, boobs a-bouncin',Fingers round your throbbing dick.Here's my pussy, wet and sopping;Let me feel you, long and thick!Let's not dawdle, get your...