She came home to her husband afraid
That he’d know from her face that she’d strayed,
So she said to him (nude),
“God I need to be screwed!”
(A reliable trick of the trade.)
Category: AO
Adults only
Mismatched
It did seem they were rather mismatched;
When they screwed she seemed somewhat detached.
Out of boredom or scorn,
When he came, she’d just yawn
And when being gone down on , she scratched.
Double jeopardy
When a viking horde raided a village,
They’d loot and they’d murder and pillage.
Pretty girls they’d rape twice,
Although once would suffice ,
But they liked to allow for some spillage.
Deja vu
He was certain he’d seen her before;
She was someone he’d rooted, he swore.
Was it Meg? Was it Kate?
The ex-wife of a mate?
So he smiled, which she chose to ignore.
Parking
There was no saying who was to blame,
Kissing, fondling, it seemed pretty tame,
But things went a bit far,
In the back of his car;
Though he’d promised he wouldn’t, he came!
Through a glass, darkly
She seductively, slowly disrobes,
Her hands cup her pink, pendulous globes,
She winks, pouts at the glass,
Smacks herself on the arse,
Parts her cunt lips, rubs, flutters and probes.
Fate
“Oh my goodness! That’s not fair,” she whined,
Though, by now, she was rather resigned
To a fate worse than death,
She mused, gasping for breath,
As he took her again, from behind!
Don't look now
She bent down, as if pulling her sock up;
He glanced round, then lifted her frock up.
His fly was unzipped,
Her thin panties were ripped;
It was done! What mad fun! What a cock-up!
Rules of engagement
Noble knights and the horseless unbooted
Burned houses and pillaged and looted;
They slaughtered their foes,
Mostly men, I suppose,
Girls and women, of course, they just rooted.
Distressed
When she laughed, her breasts shook in her shirt;
Her bum bounced underneath her short skirt,
When they danced, her tits pressed
On his thundering chest,
And his cock grew so hard that it hurt!