She exuded a je ne sais quoi;
She invited him to her boudoir.
She undid her chemise
Bared her breast to his squeeze
While she gave him a wet kiss, mmmwah!
Tag: breast
Waking
He woke naked, confused, in her room,
Breathing deep of her musky perfume,
His arm over her chest,
His lips closed on one breast,
And his sperm swimming up through her womb.
The gasp
He unfastened her brassiere clasp;
She emitted a small startled gasp.
But the next part was best,
When he licked at each breast,
With a tongue like a hot, fleshy rasp.
Nanny, I can’t sleep
Late at night, down the hallway he’d creep,
And he’d crouch at her keyhole and peep,
While his nanny undressed,
For a glimpse of a breast,
Little prick stiff, too horny to sleep.
Sweet meat
She was dainty, doe-eyed, fair and slender,
Almost of androgynous gender,
Small-breasted, slim hips,
Silky hair, pouting lips;
To the taste, and to touch, sweet and tender.
How far?
When they kissed, she felt funny, below;
She considered how far she should go.
Maybe squeezing her breast
Might be okay, she guessed;
Should she fondle or suck his cock, though?
Cats
On each breast were drawn faces of cats,
From each nipple hung little gold rats,
Like a pussy-cat’s prey;
Yes, one would have to say
That the woman had great tits for tatts!
Melting moment
He was certain his heart would just melt;
Disbelievingly, gently, he felt
Her smooth buttocks, her breast,
And the thing he loved best…
The intense, musky way that she smelt.
Impartial
So, which part of a woman is best?
A soft, squeezable, squashable breast,
Or her vulva, with features
Like dainty sea creatures,
Or pubic hair, like a wee nest?
The patio
Friday nights, when they smooched on the patio,
Most times, a fairly large ratio,
Squeezing one breast,
His spare hand gently pressed
On her head, as she gave him fellatio.