The Mexican Well

Suddenly one morning in rural Mexico there was that strange taste of citrus in the water.

Pedro and Jesus decided to open that well and investigate the matter.

What could it be?

The first thing they see as they look down into the well is one big, fat ass.

The geezer is mooning her booty, and showing off her bareskinned legs.

Whoever she is, her pants are pushed to the side, flashing her pussy.

She fucked and filled, alright.

Right there, on the spot.

Over the well.

With her head down, ass up.

Hence the taste of citrus.

Pedro and Jesus comes to a conclusion; they simply cannot leave her like that.

After all, she may start shitting all over herself; and that won't improve the taste, that's for sure.

 They grab one ancle each, and starts hauling her swaggering ass up from the well.

Pedro and Jesus realize she's a hooker when they see how short her skirt is.

Her wet T-shirt is showing off some mighty fine boobs.

The geezer is sexy, and they strip her.

Hookers don't needs cloths.

Or deserve them

Then they fuck her.

Three times each.

Her face doesn't show much gratitude thou.

For saving her ass from that well and shit.

But hookers seldom do.

They're bad people, hookers that is.

My Mexican alias is Pedro.

I know Mexico.

I don't throw hookers into the well.

I just fuck them.

But Mexican vigilantes do.

So if you oppose Trump's Wall; you'd better plug your well.

And if you think I'm harsh; you don't know Mexico.