She’s a bonny lass, big, bouncy baps,
Flirts with fellas, like, sits on their laps,
Gets em hard, too, I guess,
Rubbing under her dress,
Cheeky thing, even shags em, perhaps!
Tag: big tits
Jugs
I cain’t help havin’ these here jugs…
And she hefts em in both hands and shrugs…
Guys all starin’ an’ gropin’
But ain’t no use mopin’
Just hang em out, show all them mugs!
Murphy’s law
She walked down the street humming a song,
In her little short dress and her thong…
Her big tits bounced and swung…
What a joy to be young!
A bit cheeky… but what could go wrong?
Suggestibility
A great beauty, impressively breasted,
She found herself frequently pestered,
By men big and small…
She fucked most, but not all…
It depended on what they suggested.
Let joy be unconfined
Her tits strained at her buttons and stitching…
Here arse jiggled… bouncing and twitching…
Just standing or walking,
Or laughing, or talking…
The whole effect rather bewitching!
In the loop
A bit simple, she was, a bit loopy…
Great arse and great tits (slightly droopy),
A tease and a flirt,
(Of course that doesn’t hurt…)
Her lush pussy was constantly goopy.
The tilt of the kilt
“Och aye lad,” said Jock, patting his sporran.
“She’s bonny, that lass, though she’s foreign.
Big titties tae squeeze,
Honkin’ nipples bejeez!
And a fud like a wee rabbit warren!”
Endowment
Nice girl, but a little slow-witted,
Less well endowed brain-wise than titted…
She went on a date,
And by quarter to eight
She’d been fucked everywhere that it fitted!
Motown
There was a young girl from Detroit
Who at fucking was very adroit…
Tits as big as her head,
Knew her way round a bed,
Lovely arse, and a cunt like a quoit!
Upstairs, downstairs
She’d said no, for all that had achieved…
She could tell… but would not be believed…
Crumpled hankie, red eyes,
Semen dripped down her thighs,
As her splendidly large bosom heaved!