Although skinny, her knees and wrists knobbly,
Her tits are humungous and wobbly,
And though not a slag,
If you ask for a shag,
Though she’ll grumble, she’ll still say yes, prob’ly.
Tag: big tits
The extravagance of youth
He approached her with youthful exuberance,
Sporting a splendid protuberance;
Bold, she took hold,
Lovingly, to enfold
It, snug, into her pendulous booberance.
A clowther of cats
Getting sex, cash, by far’s, most effective;
A rich guy can be more selective.
Big tits? A nice bum?
Fuck them all, or just some?
Pussy glut! What’s the proper collective?
Reality check
He decided he’d just be direct,
And said “Great tits! You wouldn’t object
If I had a quick feel,
To see if they’re real?”
“They were”, she said, “last time I checked.”
Undaunted
In short dresses, she sashayed and sauntered,
Big tits and and great arse that she flaunted.
She dressed like a slut,
She smoked, drank and talked smut,
Didn’t fuck though, just wickedly taunted.
Initiation
She was big-bosomed, freckled and hairy;
The boy thought her sexy, but scary.
She showed him her tits,
And her moist, bushy bits,
Which he poked and squeezed, randy but wary.