The fuck came to a juddering halt…
“That’s the wrong fucking hole, you great dolt!”
She exclaimed. Such a shame…
It had felt just the same…
It was dark… It was hardly his fault.
Tag: anal
Putting him in his place
Keep away from my arse, you damn fool!
She exclaimed. It’s not funny, nor cool.
Cunts are made to be rooted.
One’s arsehole is suited
For naught but the passing of stool!
Where no man has gone before
He could see why she might be annoyed…
On full thrust, plunging into the void…
Gone off course… lost control…
Strayed into her black hole!
One might say she was not overjoyed.
Offal
“It ain’t what I expected,” she gripes.
“I don’t mind being rooted, but cripes!
It just doesn’t seem fair,
That you’ve stuck it in there,
Where the sun never shines, in me tripes!”
Perversity
She’d been wondering which would be worse…
When he rooted her, boy, did she curse!
Being ravished by force,
Bad enough, quite, of course,
Not her pussy though… quite the reverse!
Fact and fiction
True, her orgasm may have been fake,
(How much noise can one small woman make?)
But her blood-curdling scream
Was legit, it did seem,
When he slipped up her arse by mistake.
Trouper
Just a chorus girl, yeah, but a trouper!
Gives great head. Well natch. Which is super!
Kicks on too, backstage;
Fucks damn good, for her age,
Get her drunk, even up her damn pooper!
Value added
Fifty bucks for a fuck. Damn good value!
Not young, but still hot, let me tell you!
She said “Ten bucks more
Gets you in my back door!
Not, of course, that I’d try to upsell you.”
Fandango
Mama told her “Child, learn the fandango.”
“Maybe,” she replied. “Where’s the mango?”
“Your mouth,” said her her mum,
“Or your pussy or bum,
Anywhere that he wants to, or can go!”
Her cards on the table
She explained that she’d not be averse
To some anal, or bondage, or worse;
Pain and suffering too,
Nothing she wouldn’t do!
(Which her fees would, of course, reimburse.)