When he fucked her, she let out a squawk…
Hymen busted… a pop like a cork…
Like a battering ram
In her pussy… goddam!
She’d be lucky if she could still walk!
Ornamentation
Little bells on her pussy lips tinkling,
Her little brown bottom-star twinkling,
Big rings in her tits…
And she’s doing the splits…
His big cock getting bigger, unwrinkling!
Trust
She’s right there, naked, plainly unfussed…
Such naivety, innocence, trust…
“Come lie here,” she said,
Smiling, patting the bed…
“You could fuck me… perhaps… if you must.”
Oh boy!
She was getting a little concerned…
He was hard as a rock, she discerned,
But just standing there, dumb,
While she’s twerking her bum…
Silly boy, still so much to be learned!
Fireside
“Come sit down, warm yourself by the fire…
I don’t bite,” he said, the damn liar,
His hand on her thigh,
As she started to cry,
As his fingers crept higher and higher.
Saturday night in the convent
One must make one’s own fun when one’s cloistered…
The good sisters drunkenly roistered…
One poor sister, young,
Naked, poked as she hung
On a cross she’d been tied to and hoisted.
Fun and games
Small and skinny, but boy, what a fighter!
A kicker and screamer, a biter!
And calling him names…
It’s just one of their games…
But her pussy, clenched, couldn’t be tighter!
Tough love
He chomps down on her tit, has a suckle,
Rubs hard on her clit with his knuckle…
Fist punching her womb…
And she’s cumming…Tish! Boom!
“At your service,” he says, with a chuckle.
Best forgotten
Her first romance, alas, was ill fated…
He fucked her the first time they dated…
Drunk, back to a wall…
Far as she could recall…
Up her arse… that was what she’d most hated.
On tenterhooks
He had some sort of nasty invention,
For hanging her, trussed, in suspension,
Her bottom exposed…
His intent, she supposed,
To do things much too frightful to mention!