“If it walks like a duck and says quack,
It’s a duck,” he says. “Right? Check her rack!
And the camel toe, bro!
She’s a slut, buddy, soooo…
Get that big-titted bitch on her back!
Tag: big tits
Too much of a good thing
She had truly exceptional hooters,
Poor girl, but attracted no suitors…
The men that she’d met…
Nearest thing she could get,
Were all tit-obsessed, sleazy mad rooters!
Baps
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!
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!