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!”
Tag: consent
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!”
One time offer
“Choose a hole, any hole… take your pick”
She said, giving his cock a nice lick…
“One time offer, alright?
And I ain’t got all night…
Two for one if you like, but be quick!”
Great expectations
Tits displayed for his sole delectation,
Her flattering , shameless flirtation,
The glint in her eyes
As she parted her thighs…
A nice fuck was a fair expectation.
With mustard
He was so big she thought she might burst…
Fuck your cock and fuck fucking she cursed!
Take it out, your damn prick… I’ll
Just use a damn pickle…
Or sausage, if wurst comes to wurst!
The better part of valour
It was rape, by its outward appearance,
And yet, he eschewed interference…
A fuck hard contested…
But something suggested
The guy might have had prior clearance.