“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!”
Tag: anal
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.)
Bending to his will
Vile deception, with wicked intent!
She’d agreed, (but her words had been bent),
To his putting it in,
Quite enthused, to begin,
Although not in the hole where it went!
Not her day
Hard to say; was one awful bit worst?
He at least used a condom… It burst.
Then the louse, bold as brass,
Stuck his cock up her arse…
Without pausing to even spit first!
Wrong place, wrong time
They’ve been rooting for almost two weeks.
He tries anal. “No way, man!” she shrieks.
“Ain’t it just self-explanatory?
Butt-fucks ain’t sanitary!
Right? Then your damn asshole leaks!”