Perfect tits, and a great arse to boot!
For the rest he could give not a hoot…
Personality? Nah…
Conversation? Blah, blah…
Just another warm body to root.
Tag: arse
Ripeness
She was neither too old, nor too young.
She had breasts long and firm and low-slung,
A great arse, not too big,
A cunt like a sliced fig,
Silky fingers and talented tongue!
Slam
A girl’s arse, I believe, is her trump:
I look first at a young lady’s rump:
I prefer pink or white,
But my utmost delight
Is a freshly spanked one, red and plump!
Walking the walk
One should watch how a girl’s bottom sways,
For the several things it betrays:
You can tell from her rump
If she’s up for a hump,
And sometimes, after practice, which ways.
Magnanimity
In the clipped tones befitting her class,
Said the Duchess, face down in the grass,
“Though you’re hardly my equal,
By way of a sequel
To straight sex, I give you my arse!”
Tough love
When he’d fucked her hard, balls-deep and rough,
“Spread your arse!” he said, mean-like and tough…
“I ain’t finished yet, bitch!”
“Arse or cunt, don’t mind which…
Just spit first,” she said, calling his bluff.
Done over
When he’d done, she’d been fucked over totally,
Fingered and fucked… even scrotally,
Pussy of course,
Arse and head (left her hoarse)…
“Can I cum please?” she begged, gurgling throatily.
The intern
She submitted, with pitiful deference,
Hoping to get a good reference…
Splendid? Top class?
And got fucked in the arse…
Not, of course, one would guess, her first preference.
Let joy be unconfined
Her tits strained at her buttons and stitching…
Here arse jiggled… bouncing and twitching…
Just standing or walking,
Or laughing, or talking…
The whole effect rather bewitching!
Like it or lump it
“Well,” he said. “You damn pert little strumpet,
I guess you can like it or lump it!
Bend down, open wide,
Suck me while I decide…
Your sweet arse, or your buttery crumpet!”