25,000 hot videos loaded on the screen
And I grinned wondering what I want today.
I felt spontaneous, so I clicked on page seventeen
To watch Catherine Star nailed for display.
And the first minute always turns me on: the story.
Here, this thick amateur was playing a student—
And the bald dude was the professor, which was kind of corny,
But her tits were so big anything suited.
Five minutes in, she starts screaming “harder”
And he calls her a slut and slaps her across the face.
She was just supposed to be my starter,
But she took it so good, I nearly finished the race—
Until her leg slipped off the table and she let out a laugh.
A laugh? I stopped—and something broke inside me.
Then she put her leg back up and he slapped her ass,
And the cameraman kept going while she was still silly.
Did no one see that? Did no one hear her chuckle?
I watched her face a little closer as she took it from behind,
Meat pounded by meat, and for a moment, I saw her struggle.
Her eyes went down, expressionless, as if she went offline.
When she caught herself, she returned to loud moans
And I replayed the clip asking who is Catherine Star?
Is she a mother? A sister? Does she come from a sad home?
Does she like coffee first thing in the morning or to play guitar?
Is she dead by now? I wouldn’t know.
I saw the baby hairs on her neck and her carefully done mascara,
And the birthmark on her leg, she sort of looked like a Sarah.
I replayed her cute gestures that went by unnoticed
And her seconds of sadness, too, of a lonesome hypnosis.
There are spirals of nebula on Sarah’s fingertips.
She may have been a chubby munchkin.
She might have loved reading as a kid.
Or had a favorite stuffed animal named Pumpkin.
I kept watching Sarah, alone in my bedroom,
The two of us naked, me crying to shit, almost in love.