jail. johnson. jizz.
I sat there waiting.
In the visitation room.
Looking around, while I waited on you.
Officer’s giving pat downs.
Everyone’s eyes filled with gloom.
Then I looked over.
As you walked in the room.
Dressed in a jumpsuit.
The color being a dark green.
You committed crimes, I’m sure you didn’t mean.
All that didn’t matter.
When you sat down across from me.
The sight of tits made you want to get obscene.
You led my hand.
Deep under the table.
Assisting my skirt up, by some designer label.
You touched my pussy.
Rubbing and teasing.
You were always so good, at appeasing.
Everyone around, but no could tell.
This act alone, could get you thrown back in your cell.
I am starting to build.
It just feels so fucking good.
Felt better than I ever imagined it could.
I attempt to muffle my moans.
And keep my breathing steady.
But it’s getting hard.
Because i’m almost ready.
Sliding your fingers.
In and out of me.
Slippery noises, start coming from in between my knees.
Your smile grows.
As does your cock.
I’m cumming so hard.
I can’t make my pussy stop.
Your hand is soaked.
As is my skirt.
Thank God they didn’t see us.
You’re such a little flirt.
As I sit in this wet spot.
My skirt all stained.
I can tell by your look.
You wish you had free reign.
Freedom to slam me.
Down on this table.
Only a few more months.
And then you’ll be able.
But for now, let me touch you.
Under this visitation table.
Your flip out your cock.
I start stroking and stroking.
This exhibitionist play, is nothing short of smoking.
I see your face change.
Along with your breathing.
A few more strokes.
And that cum will be leaving.
Hold on another second.
Holy Shit here it comes.
jail. johnson. jizz.
That sounds like a lot of fun.
