“Want to make love?” He said… What he meant
Was for her to get naked, be bent
Backwards over his couch,
Being fucked… (fucking ouch!)
By a cock like a block of cement!
Category: AO
Adults only
Transit of Venus
“Well, hello!” he said. “Thought it was you…
She recalled that they’d once had a screw…
Not his name though, the jerk…
Fucking late for damn work…
Being groped, like, right there in the queue!
Never say never
Got her cornered, he has, fucking clever
No luck yet, but never say never…
“Don’t go,” he says. “Stay!
Just a quickie, okay?”
And she sighs, grabs his prick, says “Whatever.”
Quite a dish
Skin like porcelain, flawless and creamy,
Big eyes like blue lakes, still and dreamy,
Tits like almond jelly,
Flat, firm washboard belly,
And cunt lips like salmon sashimi.
Not just a pretty face
When he’d fucked her a while, in a lull,
He said “Bitch, pussy fuckin’s plain dull,
Like, just git on yer back,
Rim me good, suck my sack…
Open wide… gonna fuck yer damn skull!
Lubricity
So she twerked, shook her booty and teased…
Told him do her however he pleased,
“Go ahead. Bust a nut!
Throat or pussy or butt,
I’m wet as… and my asshole’s pregreased!”
Exclusivity
How on earth could a girl that good looking
Be possibly on the street, hooking?
He asked her how much…
Oral, anal and such…
“Lots!” she said. “And you must make a booking!”
Reservations
After weeks of confused conversations,
Sly hints, whispers, lewd connotations,
At last came a kiss,
Intimations of bliss,
Although tempered with shy hesitations.
Hunger games
She’s seemed keen enough…. got herself nude…
Then she said “Stop! I’m not in the mood…
You’re a nice guy, okay?
But I don’t like the way
That you look at me like I’m damn food!”
Corporal punishment
He don’t practise, alas, what he preaches,
Abuses the young girls he teaches…
He lifts up their skirts
Spanks their bums till it hurts,
Fingers brushing their pussies… like peaches!