She starts giggling; he comes and withdraws.
“Hush!” he says, (which she laughs and ignores),
“What if somebody sees?”
She grins, (panties round knees),
“That’s the whole point of fucking outdoors!”
Category: AO
Adults only
Al fresco 2
Picnic lunch done, made love to, she sighed,
“How delightful! It can’t be denied;
Anything that’s worth doing,
Especially screwing,
Is just so much better outside!”
Al fresco 3
Post-orgasmic, legs still open wide,
She laughs. “Look! See! I’ve nothing to hide!
Fucking’s good anywhere,
But it’s best open-air!
From now on I fuck only outside!
A yearning for romance
They used condoms, to keep it hygenic;
Their techniques were, well, callisthenic.
The guy’s cock looked odd;
He was fat, too! Thank God
That the girl was at least photogenic.
Come hither
The poor boy got himself in a dither;
Her look said distinctly “Come hither!”
He stifled a groan;
Her legs straddled his own,
As he felt his erecting cock slither.
The thinking man’s crumpet
People call her “the thinking man’s crumpet”;
She’s more like the drinking man’s strumpet!
She says “What’s up Doc?”
While she rubs a man’s cock;
When it’s hard, lewdly winking, she’ll hump it!
Wide eyes and wide thighs
‘Twas a thing to astound and bewilder!
The way that it grew! How it filled her!
Still half yet to go!
Quite impossible … though…
She’d damn get it all in, if it killed her!
Yesterday’s rooster
He was grumpy, pot-bellied and grizzled,
But strong as a bull, and long-pizzled.
Back then, in his youth,
Girls had swooned! Now, in truth,
His cock twitched at best, dribbled and fizzled.
La Paloma
The term prostitute seemed a misnomer;
They danced, the band played “La Paloma”.
He sniffed in the air…
From her damp underwear,
Her disturbingly musky aroma!
Kissing and making up
Being nude rather got his attention!
She stroked him to prove her intention;
They’d had a wee tiff,
And she’d thought “Well, what if
We just root, to relieve all the tension?”