A nice biddable wench, often bidden,
A slut, who can’t quite keep it hidden,
Can’t even decide
If she likes best to ride,
Or to be underneath, and be ridden!
Category: AO
Adults only
A plea from the heart
She sighed, “Darling, I hope you don’t mind…
But I’m pretty much certain you’ll find
That the front hole is better,
More slippery, wetter,
More overall purpose-designed!
Enough
“God! Enough is enough!” she cried, heatedly.
“Fuck you!” he answered, conceitedly,
“Just this once more,”
(As he’d told her before!)
Fucking tireless bastard, repeatedly!
Over the hump
It just fitted, delightfully tightly!
Her hymen impeded him slightly.
She didn’t mind much,
(Just some squealing and such);
“Well, that’s out of the way!” she said brightly.
The rough and tumble
When she drank, she’d get loud, start to stumble,
Her prissy veneer would crumble;
She’d tell filthy jokes
And start flirting with blokes,
Grab their cocks, and say “Fancy a tumble?”
Endgame
Flushed and panting, bedraggled, sweat-beaded,
“I’m coming! Don’t stop! Fuck!” she pleaded.
Well, no risk of that!
He kept going, flat chat,
Rather harder, in fact, than was needed.
The last straw
All her holes pretty much rubbed red-raw,
A late-comer joined in… the last straw!
She groaned “Right, guys, that’s it!
There’s no place he can fit!”
“Oh, come on!” they said. “Don’t be a bore!”
Drowning his sorrows
A man ages, grows old in a wink.
His hair thins and his cock and balls shrink.
Roots become so damn rare
That he ceases to care.
It’s enough to drive good men to drink!
The book and its cover
He was pimply and skinny and weasely,
Just one quick fuck, she thought,queasily.
Much to her shock,
He had quite a huge cock,
Which he slipped in delightfully easily!
In the heat of the moment
Well, you know… it can be hard to gauge,
In the heat of the moment… the age
Of a girl. (Too damn young?
God! She’s good with her tongue!)
Though you could, perhaps, ask, at some stage.