Maestro

Her breasts lolled underneath the white satin…
His cock, though, refused still to fatten…
So what? He still fucked her,
That sly old conductor,
With swoops, twirls and thrusts of his baton!

Surprise!

When they grabbed her, she let out a screech.
“God! Those tits!” said one. “Ain’t she a peach?”
“Fuck! You gave me a fright!
There’s, like, three of yers, right?”
She laughed. “Perfect! Like, that’s a hole each!”

Too late

He’s been at her for weeks, without let-up…
Now, there, in his faux leather get-up…
His mask and big whip,
He says “Okay bitch, strip!”
God, she’d known the whole thing was a set-up!