Naked, slippery, nothing to grip,
Crazy fucking, afraid she might slip,
Which she kept on despite,
Though afraid that she might
Split her pussy, or sprain a damn hip!
Tag: fucking
Job satisfaction
“I love fucking!” she said, with a smirk.
“Kinda job a gal don’t wanna shirk!
Gettin’ paid just to root,
And free whisky to boot!
Shit, it ain’t what I’d really call work!”
Beginner’s luck
“Gosh!” she thought. “Fucking’s much under-rated!”
(His penis size not unrelated).
“And just when I swore
I can’t come anymore,
Here I am, coming still, unabated!”
Innovation
Fucking other girls wasn’t the same.
A plain root, somehow, now seemed so tame!
Whips and chains, nasty toys…
Other girls, other boys …
She did things that perhaps had no name!
No regrets
Though, of course, she’d been thoroughly plastered,
He did take advantage, the bastard!
She could have said no,
Perhaps should have, although
It was fucking good fun, while it lasted!
The bucks party
His five minutes of fame! Damn notorious!
How was it? God! Fucking glorious!
Banging that stripper…
Those tits! What a ripper!
Blind drunk, of course. Fucking uproarious!
The star treatment
A big star, but a damn prima donna;
To him fell the curious honour
Of fucking the diva,
(Sex-mad eager-beaver!)
One wink, and the bloke was a goner!
Skewed logic
“I’m a virgin,” she whispered demurely.
Kissing could not hurt though, surely?
Touching her, there?
She, in fact, didn’t care
If he finished up fucking her, screwily.
Mother-daughter talk
She’d developed a lovely blonde thatch,
And nice cupcake-sized titties to match;
Then one day she said “Mummy,
I think cum’s quite yummy,
And fucking’s the best! What’s the catch?”
In the stars
In her horoscope, blinking, the cursor
Highlighted the rising of Ursa,
(Not Major, but Minor),
Which ruled her vagina,
So, fucking good news! Or vice versa.