Her silk blouse was delightfully sheer,
The shape of her nipples quite clear,
Her breasts bounced and swayed
She’d quite likely get laid…
Which of course was the whole damn idea!
Tag: flashing tits
Just deserts
Serves her right, little prick-teasin’ flirt…
Flashin’ tits an’ her bum-freezer skirt…
Well she’s run outa luck,
Gonna cop a good fuck,
An’ that fella’s big cock’s gonna hurt!
Give and take
” I don’t wanna do nuthin, just look,”
He said, lying, but that’s all it took…
So she showed him her tits
And he groped her pink bits…
And then fucked her, and called her a sook.
Basket case
Pretty face, a great arse…she’s blind drunk…
And her little short dress must have shrunk…
Showin’ plenty of skin,
One breast out, one breast in,
One more drink, and a fuck’s a slam dunk!
A gentleman
The train swayed; she was nodding and dozing,
Not knowing what she was exposing.
I did try my best
Not to stare at her breast,
Through the blouse she’d been careless in closing!
Con-text
She was kind of annoyed and perplexed…
A cute guy from her school sent a text,
And they flirted a bit,
Then he said “Show some tit…”
And she did, though she thought, “Fuck, what’s next?”
Audacity
She was braless, deep-cleavaged, unknickered,
Flirtatious, audacious, well liquored…
She flashed him her tits,
Her lubricious pink bits…
God! The girl was decidedly wicked!
Minx
She deserves what she gets, little minx,
Fucking flashing her titties, he thinks.
When he tries it on, though,
Cheeky bitch, she says no,
Even after he’s paid for her drinks!
Incentivisation
She suspected her drink had been laced,
From the look in his eye… and the taste…
So she giggled a bit,
Dropped a strap, bared her tit,
Lest the poor man’s good work go to waste!
Telepathy
Well, of course the girl’s drunk (and still drinking)…
Not hard to guess, though, what she’s thinking…
The way that she sits…
And she’s flashing her tits,
Blowing kisses and giggling and winking.