The outlook was brilliant for Badbone's time that day;
The score stood four in five days, with but one more to play,
And then when Myrmidon died at first, and Colonel Angus did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few could not get up and had to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in an SP's breast;
They thought, if only Keissy could get but a whack at that -
We'd put up all our money, now, with Keissy at the bat.
But Ava preceded Keissy, as did also Nikita SP,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a sweetie;
So after that wonderful multitude grim flacitude sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Keissy getting at the bat.
But Ava let drive a dooser, to the wonderment of all,
And Nikita, the much adored, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the sex gods saw what had occurred,
There was Badbone spent and his vision was blurred.
Then from my raspy throat there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Keissy, mighty Keissy, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Keissy's manner as she kneeled into her place;
There was pride in Keissy's bearing and a smile on Keissy's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, she lightly tossed the hat,
No stranger on the boards could doubt 'twas Keissy at the bat.
With cheer my eyes were on her as she rubbed her hands with lube;
With delight my tongue had pleasured her before she wiped them on her boob.
Then while the writhing pitcher grabbed the balls below his hip,
Expectation gleamed in Keissy's eye, a sneer curled Keissy's lip.
And now the leather-covered tube came hurtling through the air,
And Keissy stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the beautiful lady the ball unheeded sped-
"That is my style," said Keissy. "Strike one," Badbone said.
From Badbone's lungs, sore with exhaustion, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Thrill her, thrill the lady!" shouted the mind of Badbone so he could understand;
And it's likely he would have then had not Keissy raised her hand.
With a smile of mischievous thoughts great Keissy's visage shone;
She stilled the rising tumult; she bade the game go on;
She signaled to the pitcher, and once more the tuboid flew;
And Keissy still adored it, and Badbone said, "Strike two."
"Hot!" cried the excited Badbone, and her body he pawed;
But one wry look from Keissy and Badbone was awed.
He saw her face grow bright and gold, he saw her muscles strain,
And he knew that Keissy wouldn't let that ball go by again.
The sneer is gone from Keissy's lip, her teeth are gaped in wait;
She pounds with sexy desires his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Keissy's blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere pooners are laughing, and somewhere SP's shout;
But there is only joy in Boneville โ mighty Keissy has sucked it out.
The score stood four in five days, with but one more to play,
And then when Myrmidon died at first, and Colonel Angus did the same,
A sickly silence fell upon the patrons of the game.
A straggling few could not get up and had to go in deep despair. The rest
Clung to that hope which springs eternal in an SP's breast;
They thought, if only Keissy could get but a whack at that -
We'd put up all our money, now, with Keissy at the bat.
But Ava preceded Keissy, as did also Nikita SP,
And the former was a lulu and the latter was a sweetie;
So after that wonderful multitude grim flacitude sat,
For there seemed but little chance of Keissy getting at the bat.
But Ava let drive a dooser, to the wonderment of all,
And Nikita, the much adored, tore the cover off the ball;
And when the dust had lifted, and the sex gods saw what had occurred,
There was Badbone spent and his vision was blurred.
Then from my raspy throat there rose a lusty yell;
It rumbled through the valley, it rattled in the dell;
It knocked upon the mountain and recoiled upon the flat,
For Keissy, mighty Keissy, was advancing to the bat.
There was ease in Keissy's manner as she kneeled into her place;
There was pride in Keissy's bearing and a smile on Keissy's face.
And when, responding to the cheers, she lightly tossed the hat,
No stranger on the boards could doubt 'twas Keissy at the bat.
With cheer my eyes were on her as she rubbed her hands with lube;
With delight my tongue had pleasured her before she wiped them on her boob.
Then while the writhing pitcher grabbed the balls below his hip,
Expectation gleamed in Keissy's eye, a sneer curled Keissy's lip.
And now the leather-covered tube came hurtling through the air,
And Keissy stood a-watching it in haughty grandeur there.
Close by the beautiful lady the ball unheeded sped-
"That is my style," said Keissy. "Strike one," Badbone said.
From Badbone's lungs, sore with exhaustion, there went up a muffled roar,
Like the beating of the storm-waves on a stern and distant shore.
"Thrill her, thrill the lady!" shouted the mind of Badbone so he could understand;
And it's likely he would have then had not Keissy raised her hand.
With a smile of mischievous thoughts great Keissy's visage shone;
She stilled the rising tumult; she bade the game go on;
She signaled to the pitcher, and once more the tuboid flew;
And Keissy still adored it, and Badbone said, "Strike two."
"Hot!" cried the excited Badbone, and her body he pawed;
But one wry look from Keissy and Badbone was awed.
He saw her face grow bright and gold, he saw her muscles strain,
And he knew that Keissy wouldn't let that ball go by again.
The sneer is gone from Keissy's lip, her teeth are gaped in wait;
She pounds with sexy desires his bat upon the plate.
And now the pitcher holds the ball, and now he lets it go,
And now the air is shattered by the force of Keissy's blow.
Oh, somewhere in this favored land the sun is shining bright;
The band is playing somewhere, and somewhere hearts are light,
And somewhere pooners are laughing, and somewhere SP's shout;
But there is only joy in Boneville โ mighty Keissy has sucked it out.
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SPARKLING SPA
50 Lockridge Ave Unit 8
Markham, ON L3R 8X4
NEW GIRLS
address: #5-30 Rambler dr Brampton ,Ontario L6W 1E2
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JENNYโS SPA
is beautiful tall sexy student. She has nice bum and very good massage and has great playful service. Such a beautiful sexy smile. She knows how too please you with her slim sexy body and bring joy and happiness
Endless Joy Spa
(155 East Beaver Creek Rd Unit #8, Richmond Hill) 416-731-8565
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