Although built like an ox, and as hairy as,
Girls he had, many and various,
Not by some trick,
But one glance at his prick,
And their smiles signalled “access all areas!”
Category: AO
Adults only
The value of manners
She’d been slowly, politely denuded,
Her panties and bra too included;
Spreadeagled, she lay,
With those parts on display,
Where no man, before him, had intruded.
Niche market
From the gentry, the titled and landed,
By stages, she’d lowered her standard;
She now spread her limbs,
At the lecherous whims
Of low types, to whose vile tastes she pandered.
Before her time
A rare beauty, but quite uninhibited,
Did things obscene and prohibited;
Sad and disgraced
(It’s a matter of taste),
She was bought by a chap, and exhibited.
Pitch perfect
At the sight of his cock she went ashen,
But such was the pitch of her passion,
She figured, “Well, shit”
And, although a tight fit,
She still got it in, after a fashion.
Too much information
She was beautiful, true, but conceited…
Before sex was even completed,
She reached for her phone,
Gave one more little moan,
And “Not bad, but had better,” she tweeted.
The right moves
She was confident, knew how to move,
Gave good head, but still, what did that prove?
That she wasn’t a novice?
Well, how many of us
Don’t need to do more to improve?
Indiscretion, the better part of valour
Soon the pleasure became so intense,
She gave in and gave up all pretence
Of resistance, and just
Became slave to her lust,
Poised in inter-orgasmic suspense!
Sugar-mummy 2
“Come to bed, my sweet boy!” she cajoled,
Her voice husky and barely controlled.
“I’m no blushing young bride,
But we’re all pink inside!
Be a good lad, and do what you’re told!”
Sugar-mummy 1
Oh so beautiful! Yes, but how old?
Inexperienced, true, but so bold!
Still a virgin she guessed,
But his hand on her breast!
And that rigid young prick to enfold!