Rivka’s taint was hirsute and had the slightly sour smell of stale urine. I pushed her up gainst the crib—obviously a charity cast off—and lifted her cheap polyester skirt up. Her stockings lay in a synthetic puddle atop a version of a kiddy’s Torah.
The slats of the crib moaned as I pressed myself against Rivka. One of the dowels connecting the side of the crib to the post gave way and the side collapsed. Rivka was thus laying inthe crib, her head and neck bent upwards, resting against the wall. She complained the fallen side of the crib was digging uncomfortably into her lower back. But, since it was too complicated to elevate her lumbar spine enough to remove it—and because two dowels remained intact—I didn’t heed her complaint as i eased my cock into her now dripping slit.
Submitted by male musician, Queens.