Being pregnant, she soon lost her figure,
But still, as her belly got bigger,
Her tits did as well,
She was horny as hell,
And still fucked with commendable vigour!
Tag: belly
Seduction in the seraglio
Belly rippling, she rhythmically danced,
Pelvic muscles taut too, which enhanced
That last pleasure, delayed,
As he throbbed, as she swayed…
At which, too, she was rather advanced.
The profligacy of youth
The boy did as he’d said, and withdrew,
Sprayed her belly and breasts with his goo!
And her face, and her hair!
In her eyes! Everywhere!
And he seemed pretty proud of it too!
The secret
Her breasts hurt and continued to grow,
And her belly was starting to show.
If she wore baggy shirts,
And loose dresses and skirts,
Would her teacher or Mum or Dad know?
Arabian nights
I enjoy those Arabian tales,
Of dancers, clad just in thin veils,
Who wobble their bellies,
Like rose-water jellies,
To titillate young Arab males.
Fireglow
They were fucking in front of the fire;
The warmth made them flush and perspire.
Their bellies were wet,
Slick with each other’s sweat:
With each thrust, he slapped into her higher.
In good hands
When she touched it, she gasped at it’s size;
When she stroked it, God! What a surprise!
Through her fingers there slipped
Globs of stuff that now dripped
From her hands and her belly and thighs!
Doing is knowing
She was prudish and quickly offended,
Or, maybe, she only pretended:
She must have known lust,
From her burgeoning bust,
And her belly, so plainly distended.