Just the semblance remained of normality.
Marriage, love, sex, the totality,
All said and done,
Just rolled on, once begun!
Being fucked was a mere formality!
Category: AO
Adults only
Goodwill hunting
Bemused friends couldn’t see the attraction;
He didn’t give much satisfaction,
She rooted him, still,
Partly out of goodwill,
And, well, just for a bit of distraction!
The urgency of love
She thought only of sex. So apalling!
Love, then, this in which she was falling?
Her breast ached with lust;
She would fuck him! She must!
God! How whorish! She’d missed her damn calling!
Broken in
Well he knew she was no longer chaste;
She’d been screwed and abandoned, disgraced…
That she’d rooted some toff,
Not one bit put him off;
Such sweet crumpet should ne’er go to waste!
Best by
She had plenty a man could admire;
Her arse, tits, in fact the entire
Damn lot! She was hot!
Not to mention her twat!
And her use-by date due to expire!
Lubricity
She said “Maybe it might be more betterer,
Wait till my pussy gets wetter, huh?
Suck on my tit,
Rub a bit on my clit,
Or there’s vaseline, butter et cetera.”
The bastard
Naked, oily, her skin and cunt glistening,
Noone to see, noone listening,
Loudly she came!
Though the child bore his name,
Still he didn’t turn up for the christening!
Hospitality
She could always, of course, have said no,
But they seemed like quite nice fellows though,
So she thought, “What the hell!”
She went to their hotel,
And screwed two, four, six, eight in a row!
Almost perfect
She was stacked, horny, terribly cute,
A remarkably talented root;
Almost perfect, in fact.
The one thing that she lacked
Was a button to put her on mute!
The profligacy of youth
The boy did as he’d said, and withdrew,
Sprayed her belly and breasts with his goo!
And her face, and her hair!
In her eyes! Everywhere!
And he seemed pretty proud of it too!