As she sucked, her head bobbled. Good look!
Her big tits bounced and wobbled and shook.
She said something, or tried,
When he came, her eyes wide,
But it came out as gobbledegook!
Tag: fellatio
Postman’s knock
She rubs, licks it, all shy-like and shivery;
Big and hard, knob sort of livery,
Gives it a suck,
Up and down and … Oh fuck!
Here his cum comes! Splat! Special delivery!
Lost for words
“You okay, love?” he asked. “Yeah? Just nod.”
His cock jammed down her throat, the damn sod!
But she’s in a big tizz;
Bad enough as it is,
Let alone when he shoots his damn wad!
Imperfect memory
To the best of her vague recollection,
He had a strange, crooked erection;
A curious bend
And a big bulbous end,
Which had tasted odd, too, on reflection.
Taking life as it comes
It was dirty and crude, but so thrilling!
No expert, but still she was willing.
His cock down her throat,
Chances pretty remote,
When she swallowed his cum, of none spilling!
Relatively speaking
Cousin-rooter! A nasty appellative.
Who could resist, though a relative!
Nice little tits,
Arse. Well, if the shoe fits …
Though in fact it was mostly just fellative.
The money where her mouth is
As she rubbed, he got harder and bigger.
Encouraged, she rubbed with more vigour,
With plenty of spit,
Sucked and nibbled a bit,
Till he groaned… Splatter! Gag! Well go figure!
The gamut
First she satisfied him by hand, orally,
(Somehow, that seemed better, morally);
Strangely, quite zanily,
Then also anally,
Finally also vaginally, sorrily.*
* Imperfect rhythm in the last line, I know, but irresistible.
In retrospect
It was moot, which affected her worse;
Oral sex, which she thought quite perverse,
Or his cock in her cunt,
Being fucked from in front,
Or rolled over and fucked in reverse!
Logical fallacy
God! Men’s logic was so hard to follow!
He’d dumped her! She felt sort of hollow.
What more could she do?
Gave him head, fucked him too!
Maybe threesomes? Or else learn to swallow.