Telltale

In his pants was a telltale bulge,
Which, of course, served to plainly divulge,
Were she in the right mood,
(As she was,) to be screwed,
They might both like, perhaps, to indulge.

Meat

His damn cock’s fucking huge, that’s no fib!
But she’ll fuck him… Yeah, fuck Women’s Lib…
And she does, and good grief!
It’s like ten pounds of beef
Up her cunt… Like to fracture a rib!

Wham bam

These guys whipped out their pricks and she screamed…
Still they fucked her… cunt, arse, double-teamed!
Big black cocks, balls-deep… wham!
Far up as they could ram…
Piston-slammed, ass and pussy well reamed!

Round robin

Firm young tits, nice tight arse, sweet fresh meat!
And a camel toe too, quite a treat!
Throw her down on his bed,
Naked, wide-eyed, legs spread…
Fuck her mouth, pussy, arse, mouth… Repeat!

Pussy tartare

He goes down her, gives it a shake…
Mmm… not bad… kinda like a rare steak…
Goes the lick, goes the munch…
She yells “Fuck! I ain’t lunch!
And my pussy ain’t meat, for godsake!

Plumbed

Poor girl… all the vile things she endured…
Seduced, gotten drunk and then skewered…
Face first, till she choked,
Then her pussy got poked,
Then the hole at the back, where she’s sewered!