Cella
Spectator
I like loincloth on then ripped off View attachment 528578 View attachment 528579
Oh, the horror of having a loincloth only to lose it!
They gave me a cloth
To cover my bits
Rather small all in all
But not a scrap for my tits
Still, it’s better than nothing
To cover my muffin
It’s shaved and it’s buttered
With cum that is running
Tie it tighter, I beg
Round my waist and ‘twixt legs
Cinch it snug over my twat
So I’ll not flash the mob
As I writhe on my cross
I’ll have some dignity
But wait! It’s come loose
As my ass drags on the wood
Down my hips it slides free
I’m shamefaced don’t you see
Now my pussy’s exposed!