It was not just the fit, but her heat…
Her cunt salty, her mouth and breath sweet…
The soft heave of her breasts…
Whispered, urgent requests
He obeyed… but would never repeat!
Tag: breasts
Pressing her buttons
Candles, flutes; she relaxed, closed her eyes.
His strong hands rubbed her breasts and her thighs,
So damn sensually
That eventually
She begged “Fuck me!” midst soft moans and sighs.
Come warm yourself by the fire
Music plays, the warm firelight flickers;
He’s plied her with sweet potent liquors.
She feebly protests,
As he squeezes her breasts,
While his other hand gropes in her knickers.
Let down
He pressed into her big breasts and nuzzled;
Her milk flowed, he greedily guzzled.
“Bit odd!” she thought, bored,
But the fact he ignored
The best bits, down below, left her puzzled!
Ban the burqa
Between her thighs crouching may lurk a
Mad muslim, a Russian, a Turk, a
Drug fiend, and her breasts
Might be suicide vests…
God! Who knows what she’s got in her burqa?
Kippers
As the Mistress tucked into her kippers,
Bare-breasted, in nightgown and slippers,
The butler stood by
(And the cook’s son and I,
Hidden, smirking, cocks straining at zippers!)
Prudence
Puckered nipples, small breasts, sweet and biteable!
Clitoris twitchy, excitable!
Too young though, hence
It might cause her offence,
Which might also, alas, be indictable!
Feminine mystique
She was beautiful, tall young and sleek,
Ample-breasted, lips bee-stung, unique!
She lay sprawled on his bed,
“I could eat you!” he said,
Which was true, although said tongue-in-chic!
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!
Porca Madonna
He was painting a modern nativity;
Naked, as was his proclivity,
Preoccupied,
It could not be denied,
By his model’s breasts’ plunging declivity!