Well, her cunt hadn’t split, as he’d feared,
He mused, as his orgasm neared.
Though fucked with great vigour,
It stretched and got bigger,
Yet tight still, a good thing, but weird.
Month: June 2019
Hicksville
“In small towns,” she said, “ain’t much to do…
Ride in cars, smoke, get drunk till you spew.
Do some drugs, fuck and fight,
Same thing, night after night…
Mostly just findin’ new ways to screw.”
Heft
Fucking hell! Just how big’s this guy’s prick?
A foot long, it seems, lumpy and thick!
And its heft, and its bulk!
Though she’s not one to sulk,
God! It’s like being fucked with a brick!
Trespass
Though the evidence wasn’t conclusive,
As far as it’s being abusive,
To fuck her did seem
(And a court would so deem),
At the very least, somewhat intrusive.
The tension
Could he not wait a minute? she cursed.
God! Her poor swollen bladder might burst!
Like a bloody balloon!
If he doesn’t come soon,
She’ll… what? Piss on the bastard, at worst.
An unexpected pleasure
She was rather put out, and quite rightfully…
Cunt worse for wear (but not frightfully).
Fucked like a whore!
Though she fought him, and swore,
Still she came. God, she came! Damn delightfully!
Time to leave
“Watcha doin’ bitch, standin’ there nude?
You want rootin’? I ain’t in the mood.
Suck my dick maybe, though,
And then get up and go
Fetch a beer and cook me some food!”
Slobber
Well, of course, she’s just thrilled to damn bits…
His big grubby damn paws on her tits,
As he slobbers and gropes…
When he fucks her, she hopes
He at least licks her pussy, or spits.