Who’d have thought such a girl, so well-bred,
Could have met and, it seems, gone to bed,
With a man such as he,
His cock down to his knee!
How it even got into her head!
Tag: fellatio
Disillusionment
While she sucked it, and gave it a crank,
She thought “This isn’t love, to be frank.
I’m just a receptacle,”
(Cynical, sceptical),
“Someone inside whom to wank!”
The more serious sister
The more serious sister, the elder,
He knew, the first time he beheld her,
Would give better head,
And be better in bed,
All confirmed, when he kissed her and smelled her!
The origin of the phrase
Call me cynical, harsh, doubting Thomas,
But girls tend to keep themselves from us;
They flirt and they tease,
Even give it a squeeze,
Then cop out, with a lick and a promise!
What's not to like
“Did you like that?” she said, with a grin,
Gobs of semen still dripped from her chin.
Well, of course, he said yes,
As she slipped off her dress,
Out of which she was, more so than in.
Steep learning curve
She’d been screwed everywhere that was hollow,
Gagged, giggled, and made herself swallow;
She felt like a slut,
Which she rather liked, but
She did wonder what else was to follow!
Like mother, like daughter
Her mum gave her careful instruction,
To teach her the art of seduction;
From facial expression,
Right up to that session
Which dealt with correct use of suction.
Breeding
Those who’ve screwed her, or been given head agree,
All those who’ve been in her bed agree,
Though she’s a bitch,
Though she wear not a stitch,
She’s still, plainly, a bitch of good pedigree.
The human comedy
She gags, swallows, laughs sort-of, or snorts,
Wipes her mouth, while she gathers her thoughts.
As he fastens his zip,
She says, licking her lip,
“Well, it’s love, I imagine, of sorts.”
Vocational guidance
She’d had quite comprehensive instruction
In sex and the art of seduction,
To be good in bed
And, of course, to give head
With the right mix of friction and suction.