Sass

She was willowy, verging on gaunt, 
But nice tits, which she’d shamelessly flaunt…
Pretty, tight little ass,
And a mouth full of sass…
“Look, don’t touch… ‘less I tell you,” she’d taunt. 

Belated

Just a novice, poor boy, misdirected…
He plunged in his cock… she objected…
“Whooh! Not fucking cool!
That’s my arsehole, you fool!”
“Sorry love. Oops! I do stand corrected!”

Presentation

Bigger boobs are a bonus, she’s found,
Not too saggy, just bouncy and round…
Guys go out of their minds,
Want to fuck her, she finds…
Better value than small, pound for pound.