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The hurt

Wicked woman! She shamelessly flirts,
Works a man up until his cock spurts,
Giggling, pulls down her dress,
Laughs and points at the mess,
And then kicks him a beaut, where it hurts!

Cougar

I’m a good root, she murmured. Not bragging.
My tits and my arse might be sagging…
Still got a tight cunt,
Though… Go back or go front…
Do deep throat too, without even gagging!

The unspeakable

Though at first she’d been rather appalled,
Though she felt like she’d been bloody mauled,
Still, she’d do it again…
Maybe just fewer men…
Tag team… gangbang… whatever it’s called.

Craving

She was eighteen, fucked boys, misbehaved…
In her heart, though, she secretly craved
To not have the control
Over what, where, which hole…
To be totally fucking depraved!

Cupcake

A young beauty, still rather flat-chested…
Won’t save her from being molested!
His lovely fuck-toy,
To corrupt and enjoy!
Better far than girls big-floppy-breasted!

ESP

From her manner, her immodest dress,
He could read the girl’s mind, more or less…
Yes, I fancy a fuck,
So why not try your luck?
Should he risk an indecent caress?

Candy is dandy

The priest, watching her licking her lolly,
Thought “What a good looker, by golly!
To squeeze her young breast…
Sin which ought be confessed…
And to fuck her! God! That would be jolly!

Gift of the gods

Her long legs, slender hips, her taut flank…
Which beneficent god should he thank?
Her insouciant grin…
Such a joy to be in!
And that pert little bottom to spank!