She prefers her men’s cocks be immense,
Other things, too, she finds or invents,
To thrust in, good and deep,
Till she’ll howl, writhe and weep,
As she cums, long and hard and intense!
Girl talk
“Oh my god! That guy’s so fucking hot!
Girls, I’m so gonna fuck him! Why not?”
She exclaimed to her crew…
“You can all fuck him too…
All together maybe… Yeah! Say what?
Just deserts
Serves her right, little prick-teasin’ flirt…
Flashin’ tits an’ her bum-freezer skirt…
Well she’s run outa luck,
Gonna cop a good fuck,
An’ that fella’s big cock’s gonna hurt!
Wet
In the shower, hands busy, soap slathering ,
Moaning, delirious, blathering,
Rubbing her tits,
Fingers up her pink bits,
The mad storm of her orgasm gathering!
Patois
Though admittedly vulgar and blunt,
His preferred term for pussy is cunt…
Pussy’s timid and quaint,
Cunt’s more plain, with the taint
Of the street, though it might cause affront.
Spit first
Just a cheap little whore, a survivor…
Do anything , like, for a fiver…
Fuck, suck, do deep throat,
For just one crispy note…
Up the arse, with a bit of saliva!
The lesser evil
She’s stopped yelling, and started to mellow…
Her bruises, from black, turned to yellow…
She’ll do what she’s told,
Or else get fuckin’ sold
To some mean, less considerate fellow.
Happy ending
The masseuse said “You want happy ending?”
Not love, but what’s wrong with pretending?
She’s young, small tits , cute…
He could slip her a root…
Maybe should do, or else risk offending.
The hound
He smells pussy, a rich, musky whiff,
And he follows his nose, sniff, sniff, sniff…
Bingo! There at the bar,
Short dress, heels, no bra…
He slides up to her, charming, cock stiff.
Just a phase
She’s sixteen, in a difficult phase,
Dresses slutty, smokes dope, spends her days
Fucking boys she calls friends…
They might be… it depends…
Friends are friends, sometimes, curious ways.