You were looking for a shell on the beach-photo of the day

You were looking for a shell on the beach,
Cancer stood by the sea,
And having opened his cot,
It didn't give me any peace at all.

I tried to look at the surf,
But it was all in vain,
My cock felt like it was rushing into battle,
And I couldn't get up, it was noticeable.

Yes, crawl you already from here,
So that the eyes do not see you,
After all, drool flows like a camel,
You have no shame or morals.

And my wife is right there,
He puts a pillow under my head,
And I only see you,
Like you're looking for a seashell on the beach.

Author-Meganudist