Fleshy, soft, like a rooster’s red wattle,
Her labia thicken. Full bottle!
She lets in the tip,
Gets a grip, lets it slip;
Will it all fit in? Yes! The whole lot’ll!
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The icing on the cake
She’d had too many whiskies, she feared.
She’d lost her clothes too, it appeared.
And what was this goo,
Trickling out of her too,
On her tits and her face, caked and smeared?
The life of the party
“Well,” she said, when her vision had cleared,
“I think this bukkake thing’s weird.
I don’t see the fun…
Are you guys all quite done?
Look at me, sticky, spattered and smeared!”
Spectator sport
One would think a root quite hard to botch;
Wham, bam into a slippery crotch!
Though it’s not rocket science
Or battling with giants
It might depend who’s there to watch.
He knows if you’ve been bad or good
Six nice new naughty girls in a row!
Santa chuckled. So handy to know!
Six names ticked off his list,
Then a flick of the wrist;
Hot, red bottoms all round! Ho! Ho! Ho!
Victorian morality
She enjoyed a root, just on the quiet.
One day she’d said yes, just to try it.
Her gentleman friends
Were just means to her ends.
If found out, she’d just flatly deny it.
Laying Leia
“Spread your legs you must wider,” said Yoda.
His skin had a strange spicy odour.
Excited, wide eyed,
Princess Leia complied.
In her dark side he came, like green soda.
Queue-jumping
In the queue she stood nervously waiting,
Not caring that she was creating
A scene. Let them stare!
She was only aware
Of the toy in her pussy vibrating!
Behaving rumly
When he’d fucked her, she’d just lain there dumbly.
When done, she’d got dressed and left glumly.
It spoiled the fun,
Or it might well have done,
Had the damn wench not been so damn comely!
Virgin (past tense)
She’d been quite understandably tense,
But had not taken undue offence,
Though she hadn’t till then
Had much knowledge of men,
Or been known, in the biblical sense.