Muse: Shove it
Her husband wore a long wet bang covering part of his eyes,
You can tell he likes being in control by the way he started and finished every conversation,
I’m a little confused on his ethnicity but that hasn’t stopped me before,
He was slim and wore boat shoes from the mid 90’s,
At least that’s how worn down they were,
She just sat nodding her head stuffing her face pie after pie,
The worst kind of pie I may add,
I never seen a human being pick up a cherry pie tasty cake before,
Once she deep throated about three back to back she stood up to put the wrappers in the trash and here comes a huge wack across her ass,
He’d whispered something softly to her so no one could hear him,
Good thing I could read lips,
His lips read... a few more,
She waddled back to the tasty cake stand and picked up a few more,
She didn’t look sad nor depressed more happier than anyone in this coffee house not including me,
I’m just happy to have a wonderful muse,
He made her sit in a two seater by herself even though there was still enough room for him to sit as well,
To take up the whole seat she parted her legs as if she was about to bus one right here right now,
Instead she sits all the cherry pies between her legs,
Shove it, shove it, shove it
It looked like his eyes chanted,
He looked to be madly in love and couldn’t wait to get her home to bed,
She weighed in at about two hundred and ten pounds,
But that wasn’t enough,
The last pie she struggled with,
He looked to have gotten a little frustrated,
He grabbed her by the hand and dragged her into the unisex bathroom,
The walls bled one of the finest stickered walls and toilet seat from a metal heads tour bus,
As he dragged her into the bathroom he grabbed one last cherry pie for the road,
I secretively slid my way into the back camera room once I saw no one was paying attention,
I hit the monitor on,
Where my curiosity has taken me there was no turning back,
I mean there was pie everywhere,
On every elbow,
On all four shoes,
On every surface of the bathroom,
He had been standing over top of her driving his penis between her boobs and every now and then into her mouth,
With pie on each end of her nipples and crusted around the tip of his penis,
She sucked and he rubbed,
She submitted to his cream pie desires,
He pulled away to release his dominant seeds, There she screamed shove it, shove it,
Down her throat until pie shot out of her nostrils and his children sing and danced their way into her swollen belly, He leaned over to clean her face with his tongue,
He swooped in a little lower to squeeze all the pie cherries out of her belly,
He licked her body clean,
Slowly, Seductively as if they weren't in a public bathroom,
I can't image what they do at home...
-Anonymous Artist
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