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Between the lines

Though the sentiments written were tender,
She firmly wrote “Return to sender”…
His words of love moot,
She was sure a root
Was most certainly on his agenda.

Glum

She walked home, sad and sorry and glum,
Disappointed at being so dumb,
Clots of cum in her cunt,
And all over her front,
Not to mention her mouth and her bum.

Split

A big bastard, tall, hairy and strong,
Tattoos, piercings, cock like King Kong…
Picked her up by her tits,
Spread her legs in the splits,
And then fucked her, held up by her thong.

The girl of his dreams

She’s too young he knows… What does that matter?
He wants her, he longs to get at her….
She lives right next door..
He could fuck her… and more…
And he cums… sees her face in the splatter.

Blind leading the blind

He was drunk and his vision was blurry…
“I can’t find your cunt!” he said, slurry…
And she was drunk too,
But still up for a screw…
“It’s the front hole,” she said. It’s, like, furry!”

Afterglow

She grew tired, began to perspire,
Kept count of the cost of her hire…
She’d done pretty well…
Suck, fuck, anal as well…
Just a pity her prices weren’t higher!

Needs

She lies naked in bed while he reads,
Spurned, ignored, but a woman has needs,
Big black dildo at work…
Fucking loser! Prick! Jerk!
And a long string of fat anal beads!

The package

In her twenties and tittishly blessed,
Flawless skin… not to mention the rest…
Okay, yep, a great arse…
The whole package top class…
And she fucked like a woman possessed!

In the end

Oh, the depths to which some men descend!
She fought hard, the young lass, to defend
Her shy virtue, her honour…
Alas, though, a goner…
He still got it in, in the end.