Disgust

She finds sex, sort of, vaguely disgusting…
The grunting and sweating and thrusting,
The mess when men come,
In her pussy or bum,
Yet she finds herself slowly adjusting.

Booty

As she walked (sashayed), swishing her tail,
The man in the street couldn’t fail
To justly conclude
She was out to get screwed…
Pussy up for grabs… maybe for sale!

Fighting the good fight

Her poor pussy was rubbed red and raw,
Titties bruised and her spanked bottom sore…
But she’d scratched, clawed and bit,
Kneed his balls, kicked and hit…
He’d still fucked her, but call it a draw!