His hand moved to her pussy, to cup it,
But then, in a trice, it was up it!
The bastard just smirked,
While she squealed and jerked
On his fist, like some damn silly puppet!
Month: April 2017
Sight for sore eyes
Lovely bosom, well-rounded behind;
Well, a fellow would have to be blind,
Not to stare, just a bit,
Not get hard, not admit
To the thoughts such an arse brought to mind!