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.
Tag: arse
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!”
Is this love?
Is this love? I’ve been acting quite queerly.
Something like that, she thought. Clearly.
Fucking… well, yeah…
Up the arse though? I swear
He can do what he wants to me really.
Stock in trade
She admires herself as she strips…
Her great tits, nice round arse, sexy lips…
Body just made for love!
Of course, all the above
Assets, weapons, and bargaining chips
Job description
She did things God and law both forbade,
But by doing them brought in more trade…
Up her arse, up her cunt…
To be brutally blunt,
For what else is a lowly whore made?
Slumming it
“I must say, she does rather surpass
Expectation for one of her class,”
Old Sir Walter admits…
“She has jolly fine tits,
And of course, too, that quite superb arse!”
If
She said “Just so you know… it’s alright…
Fuck my arse, if you want… it won’t bite!
I’m not saying you should…
Just… you know… it’s all good…
If you want to… I just thought you might.”