She seductively, slowly disrobes,
Her hands cup her pink, pendulous globes,
She winks, pouts at the glass,
Smacks herself on the arse,
Parts her cunt lips, rubs, flutters and probes.
Tag: arse
Poor Mum
“Oh my God! My poor Mum would be shocked!”
She exclaimed, as their joined bodies rocked.
“Look at me, bold as brass!”
She said, squeezing his arse,
With her legs round his back tightly locked.
Nightmare
He at least asked if she was awake;
“And what difference,” she said, “would that make?
I’d get fucked either way!”
“Yes,” he said, “but you may
Have been fucked up the arse by mistake!”
Accommodating
“Do you fancy me prone or supine?”
He replied, “Either way would be fine.”
“Perhaps over that chair,
With my arse in the air?
I’m all yours, but the pleasure’s all mine!”
Curious
He protested he’d only been curious:
Not convinced, though, fucking furious,
She called it buggery,
Arse-rape and thuggery,
Sick and depraved and injurious!
Basic instinct
She was pretty, but looked so forlorn
That, in spite of himself, he was torn
Between pity and lust,
But her arse and her bust,
And her pussy, though, gave him the horn.
Age of consent
As she neared the age of consent;
Woman’s breasts, woman’s hips, woman’s scent,
Men and boys watched her pass,
Bouncing tits, swaying arse,
As they loitered close by, with intent.
Classy
When skiing I always take classes,
To watch through my polaroid glasses
My skiing instructor’s
Firm tits and adductors
And fellow (girl) students’ nice arses.