Seedy strip joint, loud music and strobes…
On the stage a bored showgirl disrobes,
Humps the pussy-slick pole,
Kneels, fingers her hole,
Bends and shakes her improbable globes.
Tag: fingers
The crux
He caressed her warm breasts; her pulse quickened.
Heart yearning, gut churning, quite sickened!
“I love you!” she sighed,
(His two fingers inside).
Like his cock, to her shock, the plot thickened!
Professional ethics
One’s relationship with one’s masseuse,
Though professional, quite often blurs:
Her soft hands on one’s skin,
Little towels so thin;
Fingers brush on one’s cock… “Mmmm!” she purrs!
Maiden voyage
Dashing officers, seamen to boot!
Scoundrels all, by delicious repute!
On a girl’s maiden voyage,
Fuck fingers and toyage!
She’d get herself rooted, enroute!
Festina lente
Once they’d kissed, she was quickly denuded.
So long! All those years deluded!
Hands, fingers, his tongue,
But so hasty, the young!
The whole thing all too swiftly concluded!
Hands-on experience
When the boy’s hand deliciously strayed
Up to, into her panties and played,
She protested, but sighed,
Let two fingers inside,
Breathless, thrilled, although slightly afraid.
Self discovery
With her fingers, helped out by some spit,
She pokes, rubs up and down in her slit.
“Where’s this clitoris thing?
Wait! What’s that? Pow! Kerrrrrching!
And again! Oh my God! Yes, that’s it!”