Yes, he calls her a slut, but not spitefully;
Sometimes he’s rough, but not frightfully,
Mostly in fun …
Some love’s better than none,
And his cock fits her fanny delightfully!
Tag: fanny
Anticipation
She could feel her heart thumping and skipping,
Her fanny so moist, it was dripping;
Stripped, tied to a post,
She was frightened, but most,
Just turned on by the thought of a whipping.
Temptress
The lewd manner in which she behaved,
And the fact that her fanny was shaved,
Led, despite good intentions,
To acts no-one mentions,
With which the road hellwards is paved!
Squish, squash!
He plunged into her fanny, squish, squash!
Squeal and squirm, froth and sperm, splish and splosh!
An adulterous screw;
Secret still, but they knew
That the truth would come out in the wash!
Paying the piper
While he fondled her fanny’s trim bristle,
He said “Would you blow on my whistle?”
She answered “Why not,
If you’ll sing to my twat,
And I might even chew on your gristle!”
Message received
She lounged languidly, hips splayed, inviting,
Moist pussy displayed… so exciting!
Her nipples erect…
Her intent, in effect,
She could not have made plainer in writing.
Easy come, easy go
Getting in her was almost too easy;
Her fanny was loose-lipped and greasy,
Her tits big and floppy,
The fit rather sloppy,
The whole thing, in fact, a bit sleazy.
Stroppy
The girl had good cause to be stroppy;
Frustrated, her fanny all sloppy,
And he, this great dork,
After all his big talk,
With his dick bloody useless and floppy!
Birds and bees
Though she’d heard of the birds and the bees,
Boys and babies and social disease,
Nonetheless, she felt funny…
Her fanny was runny…
She sighed, and she parted her knees.