Red-faced, eyes popping, gurgling, gasping,
Hands flapping about, blindly grasping,
His cock down her throat…
Like a seal… “Oat! Oat!”
She grunts / barks, chokes, coughing, breath rasping.
Tag: deep throat
Life skills
Though her arse and her tits might be sagging,
She still loves a bloody good shagging…
Her pussy’s still hot,
She’ll do anal , the lot,
Take your cock down her throat without gagging!
Skin to skin
A few drinks… get undressed… skin to skin…
Fuck her pussy, slow like, to begin…
Cunt, arse, mouth… check, check, check…
Get his cock down her neck,
Bounce his big hairy balls on her chin!
Power play
His demand wasn’t, like, sugar-coated…
“Lie down and get fuckin’ deep-throated!”
“No need to be rough,”
She sobbed. He, loud and gruff,
Said “Fuck you, bitch. You’re fuckin’ outvoted!”
Bitter and twisted
“I don’t want to sound bitter and twisted,”
She said. “I’ve been fucked, I’ve been fisted,
Deep throated and buggered…
It’s been kind of rugged…
What’s left? Anything I’ve not listed?”
From the horse’s mouth
He was hung like a horse, anecdotally…
“Fuck! Yes!” she said. “Fucking totally!
God! What a root!
Made me suck it, to boot…
All the way down my neck!” she said throatily.
Cougar
I’m a good root, she murmured. Not bragging.
My tits and my arse might be sagging…
Still got a tight cunt,
Though… Go back or go front…
Do deep throat too, without even gagging!
Ribbit
She’d been grabbed and groped, prodded and poked,
Had his cock down her throat till she choked,
Fucked and fisted, of course…
Bruised and battered, and hoarse,
“Well, that just leaves my arsehole!” she croaked.
Spit and polish
“I’m a slut, yeah”, she freely admitted,
A cock in each end, being spitted,
But fucking first class,
Deep throat, pussy or arse,
In fact any-damn-where that it fitted!
Fetching
In her nightie, she looked rather fetching,
The way it was clinging and stretching.
She’d give him a screw,
Try the deep-throat thing too,
Which she still couldn’t do without retching!