Based on "A Dialogue between the Soul and Body" by Andrew MarvellSOUL: Oh, who can from this bear releaseA flowered soul who knows no peace?This meaty hand, this bulging arm,This weedy face which knows no charm,This hairy foot, this eye that leers,This mottled nose, protruding ears:A prison grown large to restrainThis sweet and simple, gentle brainWhich longs with every coarse heartbeatSurroundings dainty and petite.BODY: Who says that I'm some jail. Next thing I heard was the sound of my zipper being pulled down and my very thick and hard cock got wrapped in Helen’s cold little hands, trying to jerk me off. Although I was hidden behind her and her mini skirt was also covering most of what we were doing but still people passing a bit close to us were surely able to see my humongous cock all exposed. Since school days as boys had wanted to at least see if not hold and enjoy my ten pounds of meaty cock and balls, I had been a bit of.Read More
