He plunged in, and she let out a curse…
“That’s my arsehole!” she cried, rather terse.
“So it is,” he replied.
“It was hard to decide…”
Which of course only made matters worse.
Tag: arsehole
Evening prayer
Flinching under his lecherous gaze,
She imagines the horrible ways
He might use her tonight…
Oh God! Not in my tight
Virgin arsehole,” she fervently prays!
The long and the short of it
She was too short, or he was too tall, so
He picked her up, back to the wall, so
She dropped on his cock,
Swollen hard as a rock,
First her cunt, and her arsehole then, also.
Time out
She said “Steady up, fellas! like… gosh!
All those cocks… it’s a bit of a squash!
I can’t swallow much more…
And my arseholes damn sore…
And my poor little pussy’s awash!
An educational experience
“Come,” she said. “I know somewhere secluded.
He came… she was swiftly denuded…
Poor guy, like a child…
“I’m all yours kid!” She smiled.
Pussy, mouth, and my arsehole included!”
Ribbit
She’d been grabbed and groped, prodded and poked,
Had his cock down her throat till she choked,
Fucked and fisted, of course…
Bruised and battered, and hoarse,
“Well, that just leaves my arsehole!” she croaked.
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!
A sense of occasion
“What a nice juicy cunt,” he said, spitting,
And spreading her lips. “It seems fitting
To throw it a fuck
And, with moderate luck,
Your cute arsehole as well, time permitting.”
Wrong place, wrong time
They’ve been rooting for almost two weeks.
He tries anal. “No way, man!” she shrieks.
“Ain’t it just self-explanatory?
Butt-fucks ain’t sanitary!
Right? Then your damn asshole leaks!”
Informed consent
She asked “Where will you put it, precisely?”
“Your cunt,” he said, bluntly, concisely…
“Your mouth… What the hell,
In your arsehole as well.”
“Fine,” she said, that will do very nicely!”