She was well bred, respected, refined…
Still, the size of his cock brought to mind
That of Brutus, her horse…
Not for fucking of course…
But for fondling… yes… things of that kind.
Tag: bestialiity
A hair of the dog
So, she’d had a big night on the grog…
Her recall of it mostly a fog…
Then, a sobering shock…
She remembered a cock…
On the end of a bloody great dog!