Put on your skirt, make up your face, oh, long neglected whore
Lift up your breasts, let down your hair,
And peddle your wares once more.
When she was a young beauty, and her breasts were forming, she found herself enthralled by thoughts of Caesar. Only Caesar could inflame her heart and only Caesar was man enough to satisfy her intense desire, for his cock was as big as the cock of a mule and his ejaculations poured forth like the ejaculations of a horse. Only the very biggest cock she could find would ever be enough to fill her so completely and so satisfy her burning desire.
Now that she has become such an old whore, and her breasts have sagged and her bottom has fallen, I thought to myself, perhaps now that so very much time has passed while she played the whore, and now that she has aged so very much, perhaps now she might return. But I was wrong and she is still a whore at heart. What is even more remarkable is that there are men who still come to her for her services, even at her very advanced age. Yes, they continue to fornicate with such an aged and sagging old whore.
