Young and beautiful, lovely, sweet smelling…
He’s buying whatever she’s selling!
So innocent though
A man’s hard put to know…
Does she fuck or not? Sadly no telling.
The ambush
As she walks her delightful tits bounce,
Young and slender, but round where it counts…
His cock already hard,
He attracts her regard,
Smiles, gets ready to pounce!
The hunt
Not the tenderness of the embrace,
Not the search for love… that’s not the case…
To his own mild surprise
It’s the bagging the prize,
The lust, madness, the thrill of the chase.
Skin
Why are all the most my fun things a sin…
Like, say, most things you do skin to skin…
Or just wanting to root,
Though she’s so fucking cute,
Any woman to whom you’re akin?
Thinking positive
So , she’s lying there, naked , supine,
Which he takes as a positive sign…
That she’s up for a fuck…
What incredible luck!
Or she might just have had too much wine.
Gin fling
Her poor head was beginning to spin,
From an excess of rather nice gin,
Which was all very well,
But she couldn’t quite tell
If or which fucking hole he was in!
Good things come in threes
She said “Yes, please. A a fuck would be nice…
But perhaps you could be more precise…
Like, one hole? Two? All three?
More the better, by me…
But whatever… no need to ask twice!”
Malicious
She was young… too young… bloody delicious!
Of course she was rightly suspicious.
“I’m only thirteen,”
She said. “Yes,” said he, mean…
“But I’m not in the least superstitious!”
Snuggling
“Can’t I give it a suck or a tug?”
“No,” he said, and she just gave a shrug,
And lay down on his bed,
Let him fuck her instead,
And the fit was delightfully snug!
Different strokes
As she gags, drools and vomits and chokes,
“It’s way down to your belly,” he jokes,
And he cums with a grunt…
Fuckin’ better than cunt,”
He says. “Yes, love,” she croaks.