Ample-titted, round-arsed, ginger-muffed,
Pussy ragged, dog-eared and scuffed,
She was up for whatever,
Like “never say never”…
So long as she didn’t get snuffed.
Tag: big tits
Meeting Maid Marian
Two pounds each, he thinks, if they’re an ounce!
By the way her tits wobble and bounce,
As she rides through the wood…
Lucky you, Robin Hood!
Enough perving, get ready to pounce!
Milk and honey
Her big tits he’d loved so much when dating,
And married, when joyfully mating,
He felt less inclined,
(Though she didn’t much mind)
To manhandle, now she was lactating.
Buxom wench
Fair and buxom, a splendid young wench!
He mused… foreign perhaps… maybe French.
Giggling, blushing and modest,
Big tits tightly bodiced,
Bare-arsed, skirt up, over a bench!
Top class
The girl ain’t what a bloke would call classy…
She’s loud, a bit sluttish and brassy…
Yeah, big tits maybe,
But a Harvard degree,
And she’s fluent in Chinese and Farsi!
Gravity
Unsupported her big bosom droops
When she leans forward, kneels or stoops,
Which she does, as we speak,
And one cops a good peek,
As she giggles, and winks, and say “Oops!”
Life’s not fair
He’d about thought he had this girl pegged…
Sassy walk, heavy-titted, long-legged…
She’d go off, he’d have said,
Be a screamer in bed…
Couldn’t fuck her, but, not if he’d begged!
Jaded
“Goodness me! What a big cock!” she cooed.
“Fuck my arse off!” The woman’s so crude.
Bigger tits than his wife,
(She’s been under the knife).
All the same, he’s just not in the mood.
Alternative truth
Just a big-titted, dumb bottle-blonde,
But of whom he’d become rather fond…
Her orgasms were fake,
(Rolled up eyes, for god’s sake!)
He just sort of felt like he’d been conned.
Norks
In that dress, being splendidly norked,
Her tits jiggled and bobbed as she walked.
She thought “Baby, wrong bar!
Should’ve gone with the bra!”
But by then, she’d already been porked!