As he grunted and came and withdrew,
Though she’d come once or twice herself, too,
She said “Look, it’s alright
If you nibble and bite
At my neck and my boobs, but don’t chew!”
Tag: bite
Fear of the unknown
At the sight of her cunt he took fright!
“Stick it in, lad,” she said. “It won’t bite!”
That might well have been true…
But, for all that he knew,
If he did as she said… it just might!
Intermissionary
She’d have much preferred more lick, less bite,
Which she made love to him, still, despite,
With his cock like a fist,
Which she stroked now, and kissed,
Just to give her poor cunt some respite!
She giggles
The girl giggles and squeals and fights.
Kicking, bucking, she scratches and bites.
She does all she can do,
But he’s fucking her through
A convenient hole in her tights!
Turkish delight
They call Fatima “Turkish delight”;
Soft, brown skin, pink inside, sweet to bite!
Tasting, smelling of roses.
Sniff! Lick, as she dozes!
A thousand nights fucked, and still tight!
The boy and the whore
She said “Come here, love. I won’t bite!”
We’re both grown-ups. Just leave on the light.
Drop your pants. That’s the way.
Let me help, if I may …
Stick it in now. There. Harder! That’s right.”
Once bitten
He said “What, do you think I might bite?
Just one kiss, and we’ll call it a night.”
But he lied, truth to tell,
And she, virgin as well,
Proved corruptible, horny and tight!
No way to fight it
It’s no use, there’s no damn way to fight it!
I’ve just caught a glimpse of her right tit,
Exposed in her dress,
And I couldn’t care less
For politeness; I just want to bite it!