The poor girl, she’d been rooted and dumped…
She was cranky, but mostly just stumped…
What the fuck, like, you know?
Like, she could have said no…
And his cock was just small too, she grumped.
Tag: consent
The height of rudeness
That dumb bitch that he met at the pub
Flipped the bird at him, gave him the snub…
Fuckin’ laughed in his face…
What a fuckin’ disgrace!
Like, not even a suck or a rub!
Outstaying his welcome
“Want a fuck?” she said. “Yeah. Be my guest”
And she stood up and promptly undressed…
But then, after a while,
With a thin, tired smile,
She begged “Please, can we give it a rest?”
Pronation
She was prone to do things that she shouldn’t
She’d try to resist (though she couldn’t)…
Until… or unless
She felt moved to undress
And fuck men in ways other girls wouldn’t!
A bridge too far
Miffed, she glared at him, brows pinched, lips pursed…
“Get it out of my arsehole!” she cursed.
“Fucking accident? Right!
Was it not fucking tight?
You at least could have fucking spat first!”
Thrill seeking
She’s bodacious, but vicious and grumpy,
Not keen on the old rumpy-pumpy…
It’s kinda good fun,
Gettin’ up her, but son…
Hang on tight, cos it’s gonna be bumpy!
Hold that thought
His dad said “Son, a word to the wise…
If you have to prise open her thighs,
Better put it on hold…
There are women, I’m told,
Who are apt to gouge out a man’s eyes!”
Boo hoo
She was young and naive, unrefined…
He’d just fucked her, damn hard, from behind…
And she didn’t say boo…
So he buggered her too…
Which was maybe a trifle unkind.
Going with the flow
Full of booze, maybe some kind of drugs…
She has truly exceptional jugs…
Which are out on display…
“Gonna fuck you,” I say…
And she bends down and spreads ’em and shrugs.
Urgency
“Fuck me, baby! Right now, please,” she begs,
Lying back, panting, spreading her legs…
“Hard and deep as you can,
Like a big macho man…
Breed this bitch! Fertilise them damn eggs!”