Got her cornered, he has, fucking clever
No luck yet, but never say never…
“Don’t go,” he says. “Stay!
Just a quickie, okay?”
And she sighs, grabs his prick, says “Whatever.”
Month: March 2025
Quite a dish
Skin like porcelain, flawless and creamy,
Big eyes like blue lakes, still and dreamy,
Tits like almond jelly,
Flat, firm washboard belly,
And cunt lips like salmon sashimi.
Not just a pretty face
When he’d fucked her a while, in a lull,
He said “Bitch, pussy fuckin’s plain dull,
Like, just git on yer back,
Rim me good, suck my sack…
Open wide… gonna fuck yer damn skull!
Lubricity
So she twerked, shook her booty and teased…
Told him do her however he pleased,
“Go ahead. Bust a nut!
Throat or pussy or butt,
I’m wet as… and my asshole’s pregreased!”
Exclusivity
How on earth could a girl that good looking
Be possibly on the street, hooking?
He asked her how much…
Oral, anal and such…
“Lots!” she said. “And you must make a booking!”
Reservations
After weeks of confused conversations,
Sly hints, whispers, lewd connotations,
At last came a kiss,
Intimations of bliss,
Although tempered with shy hesitations.
Hunger games
She’s seemed keen enough…. got herself nude…
Then she said “Stop! I’m not in the mood…
You’re a nice guy, okay?
But I don’t like the way
That you look at me like I’m damn food!”