She was legal, though just… little brat!
Sexy arse, though her chest was still flat…
She said ” Give me a kiss!”
He said “No… Suck on this!”
And she sucked pretty good, too, at that!
Month: March 2020
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She’d stand naked and pose, preen and primp,
And her little kid brother, the imp,
With a lump in his crotch,
Liked to stand there and watch…
“So,” he said. “I could be, like, your pimp!”
Body language
From his hands on her tits, and his leer,
His motive’s abundantly clear…
Resigned to her fate,
(Anyway, it’s too late),
She’ll be screwed, it would rather appear!
Driven
It’s not much in the way of apology…
Claiming it’s only biology…
Man needs to mate…
But why couldn’t he wait?
It was rape… Fuck his fucking psychology!
Machine
He’s come three times… no, four… it’s all blurred!
God! The man’s a machine! It’s absurd!
The first time was damn nice,
And she didn’t mind twice…
Even three times she would have preferred!
Time out
She said “Steady up, fellas! like… gosh!
All those cocks… it’s a bit of a squash!
I can’t swallow much more…
And my arseholes damn sore…
And my poor little pussy’s awash!
Balance of power
His hard cock, hammered in like a rivet,
On which she must balance and pivot…
Hung up like a ham,
She can’t hump worth a damn,
Though she normally fucks like a civet!
Milk and honey
Her big tits he’d loved so much when dating,
And married, when joyfully mating,
He felt less inclined,
(Though she didn’t much mind)
To manhandle, now she was lactating.
Butterfly
She wore nought but a pink feather boa…
She strutted the stage, shimmied lower…
Her pussy lips gaped…
Purple, butterfly-shaped…
He reached out… but she grinned and said “Whoa!”
Pink Lady
“Scarlet woman?” she said, with a wink.
“Something rather less lurid, I think…
An adulteress, slut,
Fond of fucking, yes, but…
Being rich, and a lady, just pink!”