There’s this girl, bra top, yoga pants, right?
Like the camel toe kind, nice and tight…
Got this dog on a leash,
And it’s sniffing her peach…
Like, for fuck sake! The fucker might bite!
Tag: camel toe
His divided attention
It’s distracting, that can’t be denied,
How she’s sitting there, legs open wide,
And the way her jeans fit…
Centre seam up her slit,
And one pussy lip down either side!
Camel toe caravan
All those girls in the street, wearing tights…
God! What fucking delectable sights!
Sweaty gym-topped young mums,
With their pants up their bums,
And a pussy that looks like it bites!
The fit
Yoga pants are god’s gift to us pervs,
Hugging tight to girls’ ripples and curves…
Camel toe, the split arse…
With a bra-top, all class!
Girl who wears em gets what she deserves!
Nice package
Bloody hell! Did it it get any better?
Big tits bulging under her sweater,
That camel-toe too!
And her pussy, he knew,
Couldn’t possibly be any wetter!
Funny, that.
Her tight jeans tucked up into her cunnie,
A bit of a slut, but a honey!
A couple of drinks,
Might get lucky, he thinks.
As it turns out, he’s right on the money!
Lamarckian evolution
Human woman: a curious mammal.
Lips painted, claws shiny enamel,
Tits rather too big,
A cunt shaped like a fig,
Or a clam, or the toe of a camel.