Well, this ain’t gonna work, she thought, sighing,
The boy just half hard, almost crying,
His prick blindly stabbing,
His sweaty hands grabbing
Her tits… The poor bugger! At least he was trying
Month: May 2024
A twist
It’s their regular lunch/lover’s tryst…
A nice meal, they get a bit pissed…
Soon they’re naked and sweating…
She moans as she’s getting
Huge orgasms…riding his fist.
String theory
Her bikini, cloth titbits and string,
By some magic continues to cling…
Nipple bumps, camel toe…
Like… How could he not know?
Although she does, of course. That’s the thing.
Interface
He’s a gamer, she’s more into coding…
There’s sexting, dares, teasing and goading…
Until face to face
(She’d come round to his place)
They get naked, and soon he’s uploading!
Above reproach
Though she puts on her graces and airs,
She enjoys the men’s ravenous stares,
When she’s flaunting her breasts
At the help, dinner guests…
Do they think for a moment she cares?
Answer to a maiden’s prayer
Though his cock smelt and tasted so yucky,
Though cum-spattered, sticky and mucky,
She had in fact prayed
Not to die an old maid,
So considered herself kind of lucky.
Ruby the heart breaker
Her rich guy buys her pearls, buys her rubies,
He paid for her splendid new boobies!
She acts little-girly…
No bush long and curly…
She waxes her arsehole and pubies.
Better than chicken
As they make out his cock starts to thicken,
Her pussy to warm up and slicken…
His hand slides down there,
Parts her lush pussy hair,
And dips into her cunt… finger-lickin’!
Hook-up
Just one kiss, that was all that it took.
Her heart raced, she got goosebumps, she shook,
Felt decidedly sick,
On the end of his prick,
Like a poor wriggling worm on a hook!
Perhaps
She found blokes, using various apps,
Met up, hooked up, and danced on their laps…
For the price of a meal
She’d giggle and squeal,
And suck them and fuck them perhaps.