First they fucked tangled up in her sheet,
Then again, without missing a beat,
Pussy, mouth, cunt some more,
On the bed, on the floor,
And he shot his load in her ensuite!
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Suspended animation
A young lady he’d lately befriended,
Trussed, naked, now dangled, suspended,
Pink holes on display;
He could do what he may,
And pay later for services rendered.
A tolerant man
Though her husband was kind and adoring,
She found marriage lonely and boring;
He fucked her a lot,
But the more that she got,
The more horny, and still went out whoring!
Between dinner and breakfast
She stands up, drains her wine to the dregs;
Semen dribbles and runs down her legs.
She scoops some to her lips;
Undulating her hips,
She says “Yum! Good with just-scrambled eggs!”
My fair lady
“My Fair Lady”, Sir Lancelot wrote,
“On thy sweet self I lovingly dote.
I pray nightly to God
I may soon shoot my wad
In thy cunt, or mayhap down thy throat!”
Working girl
“It’s a job,” she opined, with a shrug.
His cock lay in her hand like a slug,
Pink and damp, a blind worm,
She could feel it squirm,
As she squeezed it and gave it a tug.
La rêve
Elle avait une vrai je ne sais quoi;
Il s’imaginait, donc, quelque fois,
Qu’ils faisaient l’amour
Puis on aurait toujours
Eu, au moins, ce bref instant de joie.
Dumbstruck
The poor git stands there, gob-smacked, and gawks
At her pussy and pendulous norks,
Paralysed, legs gone weak,
Quite unable to speak,
Knob and eyes hanging out on their stalks.
The barbarians at the gate
When a restless barbarian horde
Took up weapons and travelled abroad,
Though most folks they’d just slay,
Maids they’d carry away,
To rape later, when peevish or bored.
Pen friends
Dear Sir. Now I’m thinking more clearly,
Sex has affected me queerly.
Pray, tell me when
We might do it again.
Perhaps Saturday night? Yours sincerely.