by Gary
Little Bo Peep had fallen asleep.
Again.
She was gently woken by John the Woodsman to say she had lost her sheep.
Again.
John said he’d help her look.
So, she gave him a grateful kiss.
Then she was on her knees, head bobbing on cock. Back, forwards, deeper; spade-like hands holding her in a Woodsman’s grip.
She paused. A sound. People approaching?
John heard, covered her ears, pushed further. He came in huge spasms, a thunderous roar, Bo desperately swallowing.
As Johns mist cleared he saw Bo’s sheep returning.
The sheep he’d hidden.
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