She’d have much preferred more lick, less bite,
Which she made love to him, still, despite,
With his cock like a fist,
Which she stroked now, and kissed,
Just to give her poor cunt some respite!
Tag: cunt
Wardrobe malfunction
Just a wardrobe malfunction perhaps,
Or a dare, or a small moral lapse;
She bent down to her shoe
And presented to view
Her shaved cunt and its pretty pink flaps.
Modern living
First they fucked tangled up in her sheet,
Then again, without missing a beat,
Pussy, mouth, cunt some more,
On the bed, on the floor,
And he shot his load in her ensuite!
My fair lady
“My Fair Lady”, Sir Lancelot wrote,
“On thy sweet self I lovingly dote.
I pray nightly to God
I may soon shoot my wad
In thy cunt, or mayhap down thy throat!”
The proof's in the eating
She thought “Golly! This chap’s got some nerve!”
Short and cheeky, a bit of a perv.
But this comical runt
Knew his way round a cunt;
Cunnilingus was just the hors d’oeuvre!
Better late than never
She was giggly, a fainter, a swooner,
Her cunt tasted rather like tuna.
Though overly busty,
In bed she was lusty;
He wished that he’d rooted her sooner!
Ambrosia
She’s a slave more to love than to Mammon;
Her sex life all feast or else famine.;
Petite, slender legs,
Little breasts, like poached eggs,
Her cunt salty and sweet, like smoked salmon.
Raking the coals
He’d just come. She lay damply enfolded,
Her cunt to his cock slickly moulded,
Breasts heaving, lips bruised,
Spent, relieved, but confused;
Love’s flame gone, but the embers still smouldered.
The gamut
She’d been rooted for hours, god dammit!
They’d run the whole sexual gamut;
Mouth, cunt, arse, and more!
She was tired and sore.
Was there anywhere else he could cram it?
Virtue impugned
Had he thought of the wrath he’d incur,
He’d have been careful not to infer
That he’d rooted her once,
When, despite all the cunts
He’d been in in , he had not been in her!