Girls these days can be had for the asking,
Their inner sluts, ripe for unmasking!
Blow job? Up the arse?
Fuck the whole goddam class?
Not a problem. It’s just multi-tasking.
Tag: arse
Putting him in his place
Keep away from my arse, you damn fool!
She exclaimed. It’s not funny, nor cool.
Cunts are made to be rooted.
One’s arsehole is suited
For naught but the passing of stool!
Educational opportunity
Those big titties, her tight little arse;
She’s a constant distraction in class.
Little slut! Thinks she’s cool…
Well, she’ll stay after school,
Fuck him too, if she wants a damn pass!
Duty calls
Not your knock-em-dead classical beauty,
But nonetheless, quite a damn cutie!
Nice tits, arse, the lot,
And she’s damn hot to trot!
Well… a man’s got to do his damn duty!
Straight shooter
“He’s straightforward, I’ll give you the tip!”
She says. “Walks in, like, tells me to strip,
Bends me over a chair,
With my arse in the air,
Slams his cock in! Damn shoots from the hip!”
Zip file
She was built like a dream, the young stripper.
Great tits and great arse. What a ripper!
And boy, could she dance!
He’d have come in his pants,
Had his dick not got caught in his zipper.
Initiation
She was buxom, big-arsed and plump-thighed.
The poor boy! He had no place to hide!
And him, scarcely developed,
Half-smothered, enveloped,
Bestraddled, cunt-struck, hers to ride!
Dutch courage
“So,” she said, with a nudge and a wink,
“Saucy maids? Handcuffs? Whips? What’s your kink?”
“Fucking girls up the arse!”
“Gosh!” She passed him her glass.
“Then I’d better have one more stiff drink!”
She had it coming
Served her right, more or less, she admitted,
Well-formed as she was, ample-titted,
For flirting like that,
To, in five minutes flat,
Have been face-down, arse-up, being spitted!
Similes
On the stage, the entrancing young stripper
Enticingly pulled down her zipper…
Arse cheeks like full moons,
Tits like down-filled balloons,
And a cunt like a kid leather slipper!