Her cunt fitted his cock like a glove…
Soft kid leather… no push and no shove…
Like wet chamois inside,
He reflected, and sighed…
Lips like petals, rose-sweet, made for love!
Tag: cunt
Shock therapy
Pounded, mauled, tits and cunt bruised and battered,
Dishevelled, distracted, wits scattered,
She lay taking stock…
“Gosh!” she thought. “What a shock!
But he’d fucked her though. That’s all that mattered!
Simplicity
Is she simple? Or is it an act?
“Stick it where? Could you be more exact?”
She said. “Here? In front?”
(Indicating her cunt)…
She’s a great root, though! That’s for a fact!
Job description
She did things God and law both forbade,
But by doing them brought in more trade…
Up her arse, up her cunt…
To be brutally blunt,
For what else is a lowly whore made?
Finger lickin”
Mum with kids, unenhanced, no spring chicken,
But breasts and thighs still finger-lickin’…
She sucked good as most,
And she loved a spit-roast…
Just the thought of it made her cunt slicken!
Yankee go home
She was quite understandably cranky.
Damn loud, pushy, smarty-pants yankee!
Just fucked her, like that…
Wham, bam, thank you ma’am… splat…
She thought, wiping her cunt with her hanky.
Throw her back
A young mermaid, washed up in the kelp…
A sly cove heard her seal-like yelp…
Though he searched, back and front,
For some sort of a cunt…
“Can you talk?” he asked. “Can’t you damn help?”
The science is in
The research on the sexual act
Is a study that’s far from exact:
For the male, the goal’s
Get his prick in her hole(s)…
Her cunt, mostly. That much is a fact.
Smile
She pressed SEND.
“Like my tits? Wanna squeeze?”
He typed back
Pussy 2?
She: Say please!
Ping!
Her pussy, spread wide,
Fingers poked up inside…
He: Sweet cunt. Next time tell it Say Cheese.
In the moment
He just grabbed her cunt… God! Pretty shocking!
“You like that? he said, his tone mocking.
Was this, like, assault?
Was it somehow her fault?
Or perhaps opportunity knocking?