She works nights at some greasy-spoon diner.
Ain’t told the boss she’s still a minor.
Ain’t got no degree,
What you get’s what you see,
Just big tits and a cosy vagina.
Tag: big tits
Facing up to it
She was friendly, good-looking, but dumb;
Pretty face and great tits, a nice bum.
Once he’d got her undressed,
Though she did do her best…
When he came… she was all overcome!
Shagworthy
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.
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.