“Men are bastards,” she sulkily gripes,
“Horses’ arses, of various stripes…
You included!” she sighs,
Stooping, parting her thighs,
As she reaches between them and wipes.
Tag: arse
The gamut
She’d been rooted for hours, god dammit!
They’d run the whole sexual gamut;
Mouth, cunt, arse, and more!
She was tired and sore.
Was there anywhere else he could cram it?
Best by
She had plenty a man could admire;
Her arse, tits, in fact the entire
Damn lot! She was hot!
Not to mention her twat!
And her use-by date due to expire!
Scarlet
She flushed scarlet, her gaze was averted;
“I like being arse-fucked,” she blurted!
“So, if you don’t mind,
Saddle up from behind,
Though I know that it’s kind of perverted!”
Industrial strength
His cock pumped like a piston, pneumatic;
She grunted, jerked, breathing erratic,
Eyes rolling, arse bucking,
Reflexively fucking,
Just functioning on automatic.
The line in the sand
It had all been completely unplanned,
She could not, in fact, quite understand
How she came, now, to be
Naked, over his knee,
As her arse felt the flat of his hand!
Presentation
When she walked in, she silenced the chatter;
Great arse and great tits, and the latter,
Très décolleté,
Appetisingly lay,
Like two puddings, served up on a platter.
Misgivings
She was in the end, just a bit, peeved,
Convinced, quietly, she’d been deceived.
He’d said women of class
Loved a cock up their arse;
She was hurt, sore, and somewhat aggrieved.
Through a glass, darkly
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.
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.