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Click hereTightened jeans glistening with water,
she is the girl you dream to wash your car.
Her excessively small shorts curve her butt,
and for a second there, you wish she was your daughter.
O, but as you sit and watch such toil,
your mind can’t help itself but wander afar.
Breasts pressed upon the windshield and wet,
O, what a perfectly willing girl you would love to spoil.
Long hair down to the small of waist,
dampens in the midafternoon ray of sun.
Her boobs are excessively big, her thighs,
well, those thighs would love a coat of your white glaze.
Those daisy dukes are unlike any other,
and if you were a wrong man, you’d make an offer.
As it is though, she’s bent, wet, and smiling,
O, and how your pants tighten, and how your dick hovers.
She is still so young, just a 19-year-old,
and for each year of hers, you feel like a dozen.
Your hair now knows a few streaks of gray,
and in the presence of her firm beauty, you hardly can stray.
You move in the tightness of your pants,
over this sun-kissed, tight, and taut little teenager.
Those shorts that hug, your dick that haunts,
and it goes without saying that you just want to fuck her.