Smelly Sleazy Smitty

“bath time”

The lid of a fruit cup,
Splits the book in half,
As it sits on the toilet
Beside the bath.

My girl dances
With her peach of an ass
bouncing on top of thick thighs,
in the mirror.

People walk in
And out
and music blares
from the other rooms

Six people
Have been in this bath
Before me.

Some one once said to me

“I cant belive you bath.
Don’t you feel like
Your just stewing in
Your own filth”

I didn’t answer,
But if i could now,
Id say –

No,
I must preffer stewing
In

all
Of
Yours.

*image of man in bath is not me.
My cock is much more feeble.