Oh for God’s sake! she cried. You buffoon!
Suck, don’t blow. You’re not playing bassoon!
Concentrate on my clit.
Much more lick and less spit.
It’s a cunt, not a goddamn spittoon!
Tag: cunt
Try before you buy
All those dildos! Which one should she buy?
Maybe this one! So big! My oh my!
“Will it fit in your cunt?”
Asked the guy out the front
“Want to unwrap it, give it a try?”
Entrepreneur
He knelt, sniffing, his eyes closed, to smell it,
Then tasted; yeast, musk on the palate.
Good lord! If some way,
Say cologne or a spray,
You could bottle her cunt, you could sell it!
Hard cash
Though cashed up, he was vulgar and sleazy,
Fat, ugly, bad smelling and greasy.
He paid good, up front,
For a piece of her cunt,
But not he, nor the dollars came easy.
A stacked deck
Lingerie Paris lace, a fur stole,
Perfect tits, and a face like a doll,
Cunt as sweet as a peach;
What’s that figure of speech?
A girl’s fortune? Her ace in the hole!
Softcore
She tried hard, underneath and on top,
But the fuck was a bit of a flop;
His damn cock was so soft,
If she laughed or she coughed,
It fell out of her cunt with a plop!
Whore-ticulture
Quite the lady, she said, self-assured,
“The buggery, yes, I endured,
But go back in front?
Lady garden or cunt,
I don’t want the thing bloody manured!”
Supernatural
Nymph or demon? Sphinx? Elf? Fish or fowl?
Was she purring, or was it a growl?
Her cunt steaming inside,
As she rode him astride,
Till she came, with an unearthly howl!
Poise
The damn girl showed remarkable poise;
Naked, cameras, lights, all that noise,
A damn lens up her cunt,
Being poked back and front,
By men’s fingers and pricks and their toys!
Something fishy
So, the way that the cops heard him tell it, he
Swore he could, somehow, just smell it; he
Knew her own scent…
But that cummy smell meant
He should worry about her fidelity!