She was sylph-like, long limbed, little-titted,
Wore gossamer garb, as befitted
A creature so rare,
Barely stirring the air
In the rooms of men through which she flitted.
Category: AO
Adults only
Value added
Fifty bucks for a fuck. Damn good value!
Not young, but still hot, let me tell you!
She said “Ten bucks more
Gets you in my back door!
Not, of course, that I’d try to upsell you.”
Freelance
Not the best root he’s had, but a tryer;
No pro, just for casual hire.
Nice body, great boobs,
Bouncy arse and shaved pubes…
Pretty much all a man could desire!
Not cool
Though the best-looking guy at her school,
While she’s butt-naked, feeling a fool,
Tits and bits on display,
To her growing dismay,
He’s still goggle-eyed, tugging his tool!
Sustainability
She’d been deep-throated, fucked of course, buggered;
God help her! The man was no sluggard!
And still going strong!
How much more, and how long?
As fucks go, this would rate as damn rugged!
Penny dreadful
In a laneway, behind the school fence,
In a dunny, the Ladies or Gents,
She’d go down on a bloke,
Even give him a poke,
And all just for a handful of pence!
Moulting pussy
Something’s wrong with her cunt. Is she moulting?
A few straggly hairs… it’s revolting!
The rest of her’s good;
He could fuck her. He should,
But, in fact, he just feels like bolting!
A bit jaded
God she’s sick of men! Bloody chartreuse!
Bondage, so-called erotic art, spurs,
All their sick, creepy fun,
Then, their orgasm done,
They roll off, when she’s still to start hers!
Omar the tent-maker
Quite a well-endowed chap, was young Omar;
Too well! Virgin still, Well, so far!
Though most girls just said no,
She said “Give it a go,
Maybe using your cock like a crowbar.”
Industrial strength
She had pretty much nought but a smile on,
A wisp of silk (maybe just nylon).
He walked through the door,
Dropped his jeans on the floor,
Balls like apples, a cock like a pylon!