She’s a cowgirl, small tits, lean n lanky,
Gits drunk though, n comes on all skanky,
Yells “Fuck me” n stuff…
An she’s, like, big n tough…
No one fucks her, she gits mean n cranky!
Tag: drunk
A spectacle
Funny thing was, she didn’t much care…
Let ’em think what they want, let ’em stare!
Laughing, just drunk enough
To not give a damn stuff…
Naked, lying there, legs in the air!
Quite a tonic
She’d got drunk on some very good gin,
Found herself, with some chap, skin to skin,
In a lather of sweat,
Whom she’d only just met,
Semen-splattered from pussy to chin!
The silly season
In an excess of mad festive folly,
Stark naked, there, under the holly,
Damn randy, well pissed,
In the mood to be kissed,
Or be fucked perhaps… That would be jolly!
Flirtatiousness
She’d been flirty perhaps, a bit cheeky,
And drunk… but the bastard was sneaky…
Somehow she was nude…
And not just being screwed,
But in ways that were pretty damn freaky!
Daydream
As she fingered herself on the can,
She imagined her hand was a man…
She came hard, with a sob,
And went back to her job…
“Go get drunk… fuck some guy… that’s a plan!”
One over the eight
“Gosh, I must be one over the eight,”
She thought, sadly a little too late,
In a back room somewhere,
With her legs in the air…
“It’s this part of the night that I hate!”
A few drinks
A few drinks he said… look where it’s led!
His big hands on her arse, the cheeks spread…
Pussy lips pulled apart…
Her poor virginal heart
Filled with guilt, shame and gut-wrenching dread!
Plastered in Paris
She’d gone out and got pretty much plastered…
Great fun, as they say, while it lasted…
She met this nice guy
Who seemed decent and shy…
But he fucked her five ways, the damn bastard!
Tipsy
Pretty tipsy, still steadily drinking,
“Fuck yeah!” she said, not even blinking.
“Gang bang? Shit, why not?”
She’d have laughed and said “What?”
Had she not been already past thinking.