The papergirl came by today,
Her bubble buns can't help but sway.

Approaching me in sassy flounce,
Those apple-titties cutely bounce.

Subscription fees came to collect,
But left instead with hymen wrecked.

Reluctant first, I used some force,
Soon Nature, tho', took its own course.

Managed first but partial measure,
Of long-stroked inches' plunging pleasure:

Four inches deep within her clasp,
Unpleased outside left nearly half!

With five inside, she oozed some goo,
But high and dry, that still left two!

A six-inch limit, 'til she'd cum,
At last could take the final one!

Once seven drove deep in and out,
New lust came over brace-faced pout.

In stretching thin her vulvic lips,
Pierced bucking pelvis, squirming hips.

In second peak the young teen cried,
As baby-sauce, I left inside.

You see I simply had to spew,
When novice nook had number two.

And when, with climax, my prick jerk'd,
I wondered if her womb yet work'd?

In hopes she's fertile, at thirteen --
Bold swimmers in her belly teem!

A well-fucked schoolgirl, when she left,
Bit sore, but sated, in her cleft.

Already bearing bastard mine?
If not so yet, perhaps next time.

To know for sure might take a moon,
But certain, she will come back soon.

She left fuck-dazzled, silly girl,
And must return for 'nother whirl.

Tho' not, of course, just to get laid;
Subscription fee I never paid!