It was under the old apple tree that she first showed it to me...

It was ever so hot,
It was shaped like a slot,
But it looked like a subway to me.

With a twinkle so full in her eye,
She craftily mangled my fly.
Out popped a tool
That was long as a rule
And she sank to her knees with a sigh.

She proceeded to lube up my tool
With lots of her natural drool.
My knees gave a shake,
My breath hard to make,
And my tool throbbed away like a fool.

With a magnificent shake of her head,
She threw me down onto the bed.
The apples so round,
The leaves on the ground
Made my tool like a sail on the Med.

The subway engulfed all my tool.
She rocked like she's riding a mule.
My tool gave a jerk,
Let out a hot squirt,
And flooded her subway with jooul.

As the sun sank slow in the west,
She rose up and off of my chest.
The tool flopped out bent
It was terribly spent--
She absorbed all the best of the rest!

Limited playtime this week...contact through my site.
Please have your references ready.
xoxo
Nasty Nina

YUMMY...LOL

I wish u live near NOVA area...lol
Ohh well..