Breakfast at Macdonald’s

The words are gaining strength
Refuelling in the fire of my time
Speak or forever hold in your belly
My you have a big one
Thank you ma’am

I giggle at the exploding clown head
Ronald McDonald on speed
Two Big Macs and make them snappy
Lean over and tweak the servers breasts
Nipples inflate to cover my mouth

Cannot breathe as the expanding breasts threaten to crush me
I lick out my tongue and they burst with pleasure
An old trick but it always does the job
My cock had come up sturdy as the spire

Wonderful for balancing a tray on
Breakfast read
Just right.