His big dick down her throat, starved for air,
Being skull-fucked, his hands in her hair…
Just some holes, just warm meat…
“Did you like that, my sweet?”
“Yes,” she lied. “Just… you gave me a scare.”
Suck it up
She resisted… she fought tooth and claw…
Just about dislocated her jaw…
So what more could she do…
Maybe bite, maybe spew…
Except suck… though it stuck in her craw!
Thinnish
She was flat chested, angular, thinnish,
Which didn’t the least bit diminish
His lustful desire…
His loins were on fire…
One almighty thrust at the finish!
Convoluted volition
Still, for reasons arcane, convoluted,
A virgin, she might, if it suited,
The right stars aligned,
Perhaps not too much mind,
If she fancied some chap, being rooted.
Having it out
Late that night they at last had it out…
At least he did… and waved it about…
Tried to get her undressed,
Had his fist round one breast…
So she socked him one, right on the snout!
Private dancer
In the darkness a stranger was lurking,
His hand on his cock, panting, jerking,
While she, unaware
Of his lecherous stare,
Stood there smiling, nude, practising twerking.
Splayed
Her splayed legs showed her pussy obscenely,
A fact he observed, noted keenly…
She grinned, licked her lips,
Lewdly wriggled her hips…
“You should shave your damn cunt,” he said, meanly.
Irony
She undressed. He adjusted his monocle…
Titties so pert they were conical!
Not much down there,
Just a few wisps of hair…
Little slut! It was sort of ironical.
Wacky
Lady Astor, hot blooded and wacky,
Though knowing, of course, it was tacky,
Was yet not above
The mad making of love
With a footman or some other lackey.
Buzz, buzz
So, she’s turned on the clippers… buzz, buzz,
And she’s trimming her pussy’s peach-fuzz…
And she spreads her legs wide…
Sticks the handle inside…
Does it feel good? Fuck! Yes it does!