She said “Mmm, do you fancy a quickie?”
His hand found her hot, moist and sticky,
Her tits nice to squeeze,
As she parted her knees.
“Just my cunt. From in front. Nothing tricky!”
Tag: cunt
The secret vice
“She’s unrootable, mate,” my mate sighed.
“I gave up, although God knows I tried.
Hell, I got in the tip,
But her cunt’s got a grip
Like a vice! It hurt so much, I cried!”
Purpose-built
With great tits and a cunt like a quoit,
At the act of sex, more than adroit,
She was fun to be seen with,
Do something obscene with,
And always a joy to exploit!
Women's lib
“That’s the deal,” she said, “Let’s not quibble;
(She offered her nipple to nibble),
We fuck, me on top,
I decide when we stop;
Yes or no? My cunt’s starting to dribble!”
Through a glass, darkly
She seductively, slowly disrobes,
Her hands cup her pink, pendulous globes,
She winks, pouts at the glass,
Smacks herself on the arse,
Parts her cunt lips, rubs, flutters and probes.
A man of his word
He was hung like a horse, the chap jested.
“If so,” she laughed, “I’m… interested!”
What later occurred,
Proved him good as his word,
Which her sore, swollen cunt still attested!
Pecking order
His cock looked like a fat ugly snake,
And erect made girls quiver and quake;
It became a contest
To see which girl’s cunt best
Could accommodate him and not break.
Consider the lilies of the field
Her silk panties were rather too frilly,
Her peek-a-boo bra just looked silly;
With breasts such as those,
And a cunt like a rose,
Lingerie was just gilding the lily!
Rude awakening
She thought “Jesus, I must have been drunk!”
When she woke up in bed with some punk.
He was hairy and gross,
Snuggled up way too close,
And her cunt was still full of his gunk!
Control freak
When she fucked, she liked being on top,
From the word go, until she said stop:
Her cunt clenched like a fist,
She’d hump, gyrate and twist,
Till she’d drained his last pearly white drop!