There she is, with with her lovely lush bush n
Them tits, n her ass on a cushion…
Yer tryna git in,
But ya cain’t seem to win,
An she’s yellin n shoutin “Keep pushin!”
Tag: consent
The game
Afterwards she was slightly ashamed…
Yes she’d fucked him… but should she be blamed?
Then he’d called her a slut…
Which she kind of was, but…
She still felt like she’d somehow been gamed.
Terms of endearment
She was kind of upset and offended..
He’d begged her.. She gave in, surrendered…
A frightful defeat,
Being fucked like damn meat…
Hogtied, ass-hooked, blindfolded, suspended!
Never say never
Got her cornered, he has, fucking clever
No luck yet, but never say never…
“Don’t go,” he says. “Stay!
Just a quickie, okay?”
And she sighs, grabs his prick, says “Whatever.”
Lubricity
So she twerked, shook her booty and teased…
Told him do her however he pleased,
“Go ahead. Bust a nut!
Throat or pussy or butt,
I’m wet as… and my asshole’s pregreased!”
Reservations
After weeks of confused conversations,
Sly hints, whispers, lewd connotations,
At last came a kiss,
Intimations of bliss,
Although tempered with shy hesitations.
Hunger games
She’s seemed keen enough…. got herself nude…
Then she said “Stop! I’m not in the mood…
You’re a nice guy, okay?
But I don’t like the way
That you look at me like I’m damn food!”
Festina lente
His hands groping, they hotly embraced…
“Just a quickie,” he said. “Just a taste!”
“Oh god! Yes!” she said… “Though…
There’s no hurry you know…
Do me slowly, big boy… haste makes waste!”
Porchetta
The consent part was maybe omitted…
By then, but, she’s fuckin’ committed…
One guy down her throat…
Squealin’ like a damn shoat…
‘nother cock up her arse, bein’ spitted!
The moving finger writes
She’s said yes, which is rather exciting…
She’s naked, her posture inviting…
His cock’s hard… but “Wait!
Let me just get this straight…
Your consent… can I get it in writing?”