Beaver

Pa said  “Shoot! Damn bitch flirtin n teasin…
n wigglin her ass, stands to reason
She fancies some rootin…
Fergit about shootin,
Son, pussy’s in season!”

Frisson

Tall and handsome, and frightfully charming, 
A smile at once lewd and disarming
His whispered suggestion, 
Though out of the question
Enticing, as much  as alarming!

Time and tide

He felt guilty… or some such emotion,
For fucking her… curious notion,
He thought… She’s a slut…
Well… he fucked her, yeah, but…
One more squirt’s just a spit in the ocean!

Deep cover

“Bond, James Bond, ” he said (although she’d known),
His cock deep down her throat… a hoarse moan…
“And you’re…?”
“Tanya,” she said.
“Fuck!” he thought… “She’s a Red…”
Both his cock and his cover well blown!

Saving face

She falls into his fevered embrace…
Though to fuck him, of course, means disgrace…
There’s her mouth… or her bum…
Which explains how his cum…
And her shit are all over her face!