She said “Okay, you’re passably cute…
If you want to, I’m up for a root…
And I reckon you do…
So we might as well screw…
Or else not… I don’t give a damn hoot.”
Category: AO
Adults only
Sunny side up
Her improbably long, slender legs,
Her cute arse, tits like yummy poached eggs,
Naked, down on her knees…
“Oh god! Please! Pretty please!
Fuck my brains out, for fucksake!” she begs
Wokeness
Pardon miss, I’m afraid I misspoke…
I ain’t… what’s that damn word? Oh yeah… woke.
Make love? Shit! Go to bed?
What man should have said
Was, like “Spread ’em! I want a damn poke!”
Life is uncertain
Though she knew she’d had some kind of fuck,
She’d been drunk, and by sheer bad luck
She was pregnant now too,
And, like, what could she do,
When the guys all kept passing the buck?
Tab A, Slot B
She said “Okay, let’s see what you’ve got…
Yep, I reckon that might hit the spot…
Get your arse over here…
Put down your damn beer,
And put that big tab in my slot!”
Swordplay
“Hitch your dress up! Bend over!” he roared.
She obeyed, trembling… “Yes… yes milord,”
Sobbing, buttocks spread wide…
“I’m a virgin!” she cried,
But was nonetheless put to the sword.
Hands on
He reached out, had a tentative dab at it,
Than made a ham-handed grab at it…
Small moans and sighs,
As she parted her thighs…
So he thought, might as well have a stab at it!
Watching
It was ever so slightly distressing,
His watching her, shyly undressing,
His gaze on her tits,
And her frilly pink bits…
She’d at least worn nice undies.. a blessing!
Turkey trot
In her killer stilettos she hobbled…
Her tits and arse jiggled and wobbled…
Smut-puppet, a clown…
Her head bobbed up and down,
As she giggled and gurgled and gobbled.
Telltale
In his pants was a telltale bulge,
Which, of course, served to plainly divulge,
Were she in the right mood,
(As she was,) to be screwed,
They might both like, perhaps, to indulge.