by Peter Loaf
Hashish discovered, at the airport
Strip-searched molested, sent to the fort
Kangaroo courtroom
Soon sent to my doom
Twenty year sentence, the guards to sport
The Turkish prison, the highest tower
An English tourist, within His power
He orders stripping
Underwear ripping
In stocks He’s locking, I cannot cower
Bent and presented, ass in the air
Feet spread and shackled, juicy and fair
Finger tips touching
Helplessly cluching
Clitty drip catching, the Turkish snare
The black snake snapping, locked in the wood
His hard hand touching, feeling so good
My need for passion
Under His lashin’
Pussy grip lifting, needs understood
Tiger-striped tourist, screaming in need
His organ stiffened, dripping His seed
My pussy stretching
His organ fetching
High hard and thrusting, my needs to feed
Gripping my titties, thumb in my bum
The stocks tight holding, starting to cum
The tourist subbing
Moll Flanders clubbing
The Turkish prison, Moll Flanders run
Orgasms crashing, spurting my need
Thunderfuck thrusting, my Turkish steed
Gripping His dipper
Pony cock ripper
Sex tourist subbie, I’m truly treed
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