If she fucks, which she might, well that’s good…
And he’ll fuck her of course… most blokes would…
Though, of course, if she don’t,
He most probably won’t…
Or convince her she possibly should.
Tag: consent
1,2,3
She consented, she’d said, absolutely…
No ifs, buts, he noted acutely…
So, deep throat, cunt second…
Her arsehole still beckoned…
He pushed on, of course, resolutely.
Winging it
His young cock thickened, hardened, extended…
Though shocked, she stayed mute and pretended…
She licked it a bit…
Rubbed it, lubed it with spit…
Would she fuck it? It sort of depended.
Service with a smile
She stripped off… the boys stood round and perved…
Much more woman than what they deserved.
“Lose them trousers,” she said,
And lay back on the bed…
“Get yer dicks hard. It’s first cum, first served!’
Unforgettable
The damn bounder! She’ll never forget him!
He fucked her the first time she met him…
Did other things too,
And she didn’t say boo…
Just bent over, and whimpered, and let him!
Thinking positive
So , she’s lying there, naked , supine,
Which he takes as a positive sign…
That she’s up for a fuck…
What incredible luck!
Or she might just have had too much wine.
Good things come in threes
She said “Yes, please. A a fuck would be nice…
But perhaps you could be more precise…
Like, one hole? Two? All three?
More the better, by me…
But whatever… no need to ask twice!”
Malicious
She was young… too young… bloody delicious!
Of course she was rightly suspicious.
“I’m only thirteen,”
She said. “Yes,” said he, mean…
“But I’m not in the least superstitious!”
Sass
She was willowy, verging on gaunt,
But nice tits, which she’d shamelessly flaunt…
Pretty, tight little ass,
And a mouth full of sass…
“Look, don’t touch… ‘less I tell you,” she’d taunt.
Belated
Just a novice, poor boy, misdirected…
He plunged in his cock… she objected…
“Whooh! Not fucking cool!
That’s my arsehole, you fool!”
“Sorry love. Oops! I do stand corrected!”