To have screwed him she must have been mad!
But was nonetheless glad that she had.
She’d just wanted a root,
Didn’t love the big brute…
Well… perhaps… yes… she did… just a tad.
Category: AO
Adults only
Kate and Jane
Kate and Jane have a similar figure;
(Kate’s tits are perhaps a bit bigger.)
They’re equally cute,
And they both love a root,
Although Jane, perhaps, roots with more vigour!
Hush, hush, whisper who dares
Though she wasn’t allowed out with boys,
She contented herself with her toys;
She’d kiss Mummy goodnight,
Then she’d switch off the light
And soon come, with a whimpering noise.
Under their noses
When girls cheat on men under their noses,
Men’s love makes them blind, one supposes;
They might look like wrecks,
Bodies reeking of sex,
And yet still keep on coming up roses!
Big-hootered
She was pretty, broad-hipped and big-hootered,
A slut, or at least thus reputed,
But looks are deceptive;
She wasn’t receptive,
Would not, indeed could not, be rooted!
The gasp
He unfastened her brassiere clasp;
She emitted a small startled gasp.
But the next part was best,
When he licked at each breast,
With a tongue like a hot, fleshy rasp.
At her service
Lady Anne woke and couldn’t recall;
Was he dark? Was he handsome and tall?
Being nude, she deduced
She’d been raped or seduced.
“Ma’am,” said Jeeves, “Ahem… will that be all?”
Shoosh!
When he cursed and blasphemed, she said “Shoosh!
Just relax, line yourself up and push.
Count to ten, start again,
Wait until I say when,
And stop beating around in my bush!”
Skin-deep
Girls, beneath tits and pussy and skin, you
Are jelly and bowel and sinew;
A man, it’s well known
Has more blood and more bone,
Which is why it feels good when he’s in you.
A man of his word
He was hung like a horse, the chap jested.
“If so,” she laughed, “I’m… interested!”
What later occurred,
Proved him good as his word,
Which her sore, swollen cunt still attested!