Drunk, in panties and bra, both askew,
She’d begun to attract quite a queue
“Look,” she said. “Tell you what;”
I can’t screw the whole lot,
But I’d say I can screw quite a few!”
Tag: bra
Post-traumatic dress disorder
Just sixteen, little more than a child,
But precocious, flirtatious and wild!
Clumsy hands in her bra,
Being fucked in a car,
Though what trauma this caused did seem mild.
Good loser
She’d lost bra, panties, totally bare!
He said “Play one more hand, if you dare!
If I win, then we fuck!”
She replied “Try your luck…
Or just screw me right now. I don’t care”
Hippy chick
She’d forsaken bras, panties and lippy,
Smoked dope and tripped out, gone all hippy.
Nice tits, see-through shirt,
Nipples hard… Did they hurt,
When they bounced, if the weather was nippy?
Pantomime
He unfastened her brassiere clasp.
She let out a theatrical gasp.
“Gosh, you’re naughty!” she cried.
“Yep!” he said, with some pride,
Both her tits snugly now in his grasp!
One drink too many
While she drunkenly, fitfully slumbered,
By bra nor by panties encumbered,
By bad luck, or fate,
Though she woke up (too late),
She was screwed, not to mention outnumbered!
Winner takes all (off)
Both big-breasted, both tall and broad-hipped,
Jeans unzipped, T-shirts off, bras unclipped!
Panties off! Pussies bare!
The blonde won by a hair!
Hard to split! The brunette just outstripped!
Flappers
In the Twenties, folks drank bootleg hooch,
And then down to the nightclub they’d mooch.
Pretty flappers would dance,
Without bras, with no pants;
More exciting, that way, when they’d smooch!
Full disclosure
Her blouse gapes as she blissfully dozes.
Her skirt hikes up too. Holy Moses!
No panties! No bra!
Is it going too far
To take photos? Well, yes, he supposes.
Willy-nilly
She was pretty and buxom, but silly;
Her bras and her panties were frilly.
She’d strip off when hot,
Got her tits out a lot,
And she called a man’s penis a “willy”!