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The truth

Having sex she in fact quite enjoys…
Just she’s rather fed up, though, with boys…
Rough, demanding, uncouth…
All, to tell the damn truth…
And their farting and belching and noise.

Torrid

Cock down throat, his balls banging her forehead,
Complexion decidedly florid,
Cum out of her nose,
Can’t move much but her toes…
As fucks go, she thought, yeah, fucking torrid!

It’s complicated

Leather, handcuffs, the whips and the chains…
It’s all wonderful fun, she explains,
The surrender, the bliss
Of the whip’s biting kiss…
And the way that she cums, for her pains!

Reality check

Tits out, flat on her back, her thighs splayed,
Guess I’m gonna get fucked I’m afraid,
She thought, sizing things up…
That’s a big cock there, yup…
So she just closed eyes then and prayed.

Twinkle, twinkle

Although naked, she hasn’t an inkling…
Cunt glistening, pink arsehole twinkling,
An innocent, yet…
Soon her skin, flushed, sweat-wet
To be coated with cum, spurting, sprinkling.

Splitting hairs

A contortionist… doing the splits,
Or legs wrapped round her neck and her tits..
She can lick her own cunt
Inside out, back to front,
And fuck anything… whatever fits!

Small packages

Tiny tits, short, and couldn’t be thinner…
A great little fuck-toy, a spinner…
Cunt wrapped round his nuts,
Rearranging her guts,
Yep! By god! She’s a keeper, a winner!

Toss-up

Thong or G-string, the old anal floss…
Is it sexy? She don’t give a toss!
They’re a pain in the arse
And they frankly lack class…
Go commando maybe… no great loss.