Her tits joggled and swayed, unsupported;
His eyes goggled, watching, and watered!
He jerked himself sore,
Would have liked to do more,
But she screamed, and his scheming was thwarted.
Category: AO
Adults only
Two in the bush
She’d somehow, just instinctively, known,
Whether supine or kneeling or prone,
Two was better than one,
Being screwed much more fun
Than her finger at home on her own!
Catholic tastes
She’d root anything vaguely mammalian,
Animal, vegetable, alien,
Man, woman, boy,
Flesh and blood or a toy,
Sometimes even a docile Australian.
A smattering of applause
Staring gob-smacked, the poor randy fool,
Stands there happily jerking his tool.
She pretends not to see,
And continues to pee,
While his mouth and his penis both drool.
Shagworthy
Although skinny, her knees and wrists knobbly,
Her tits are humungous and wobbly,
And though not a slag,
If you ask for a shag,
Though she’ll grumble, she’ll still say yes, prob’ly.
A woman of independent means
Though seduced and abandoned, betrayed,
She refused to become an old maid;
So, despite her bad luck
Since she still liked to fuck,
She fucked five nights a week, but got paid!”
Catch a falling star
A fanatical rock chick, a groupie,
Great arse, pretty face, tits not droopy;
A bit under-age,
But she’d sneak in backstage
And fuck stars till her pussy was soupy!
Happy hour
There are more girls who root than you think,
Sometimes just for the price of a drink!
But don’t come on too strong,
(The booze doesn’t take long),
And keep watch for that special slow wink.
A pleasant surprise
She was better in bed than he’d guessed;
No finesse, but she did do her best,
And to show she had class,
Mouth or pussy or arse,
She just smiled and said “Yeah, be my guest.”
Mixed messages
Though she smiled, as she gracefully stripped;
Though her pussy was shaven and clipped;
Although wet, he could see,
When she straddled his knee,
She remained resolutely tight-lipped.