A youngster who was masturbating
Was caught red-handed by his sis;
But while she watched him flagellating
She fell into a kind of bliss.
Her teenybopper’s admiration
Adored his boner’s incarnation
Of what appeared, she would have sworn,
To be the very Matterhorn.
His hand, increasing its velocity,
Had turned his face a bloody red
Until she thought he’d lose his head;
So, charging in with wild ferocity,
She pried it from his fingertips
And shoved IT in between her lips.
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