Awful pretty, but timid and meek,
When she spoke, it was just a shy squeak,
But tits big as her head!
“Will you show me,” he said,
And she blushed and said “Just a quick peek.”
Tag: big tits
Avoirdupois
When she’s walking, her big titties bounce…
A good couple pounds each, if an ounce!
Her ass wigglin’ too….
What’s a feller to do?
Fuckin’ stick his hard cock where it counts!
Say please
She’s a flirt, and a slut, and a tease…
Now he’s got her there, nude, hands and knees,
Begging “Fuck this cunt, Sir!”
Which he will, of course… duh…
But just gives her big tits a hard squeeze.
Going with the flow
Full of booze, maybe some kind of drugs…
She has truly exceptional jugs…
Which are out on display…
“Gonna fuck you,” I say…
And she bends down and spreads ’em and shrugs.
Dispute settlement
Yep, that’s better, he thought… No more squabbling…
She’s down on her knees, fucking gobbling…
Been put in her place,
A man’s dick in her face
And her big floppy tits fucking wobbling.
Waltzing Matilda
Poor Matilda’s a bit of a frump,
And her buttocks and thighs are too plump.
She has pendulous tits,
And she’s subject to fits,
Still, she’s worth the occasional hump!
Guessing game
Within decency’s scrupulous bounds,
When a girl flaunts her huge buxom mounds,
It’s quite fun to assay,
By what methods one may,
Their net weight in both kilos and pounds.
Ripeness
She was neither too old, nor too young.
She had breasts long and firm and low-slung,
A great arse, not too big,
A cunt like a sliced fig,
Silky fingers and talented tongue!
Street fare
She wore rags, and was covered in grime,
But her body was something sublime:
Firm young breasts of great size,
And between her smooth thighs
Lay a cunt slick with succulent slime.
Counting her blessings
‘Neath the sensible warm winter vest
Of Miss Darcy there dangles a breast
Of such marvelous size
It brings tears to one’s eyes,
And the other? My God! She’s twice blessed!