Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout 

Oh Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout would not eat my pussy out.
She'd suck a cock, she'd lick some balls.
She'd even make phone sex calls.
And though I would scream and shout,
She simply would not eat my pussy out.
So I dropped down on my knees and begged;
all my life's work and wealth I pledged.
Her perversion knew no moral bound;
more fetishes than we could ever count.
Sticky cum drippy finger bangers,
tongue kisses and titty twisters,
well lubed giant dildo probes
snugly fitted camel toes.
Nothing ever escaped her attention.
All to ease her sexual tension.
I'm talkin' gang bangs and gob knobbing,
tea bagging and rim jobbing,
pearl necklaces, titty fucks,
menage a trois, creamy wet dutch fucks,
fisting, fingering, felching,
golden showers, muff diving,
enemas, sadomasochism,
red wings and rainbow kisses.
Finally my tension reached so high,
that truly I thought I would die.
Then slowly she turned with lust filled eyes,
quite frankly to my shocked  surprise.
Finally Sarah Cynthia Sylvia Stout
said, "Ok, I'll eat your pussy out."
But then ofcourse it was too late.
My tension reached an awful state.
My shouts and screams did gesticulate
that my quim reached its final fate;
That I cannot right now relate.
But readers remember Sarah Stout,
and always eat my pussy out.