She was one damn insatiable wench!
A libido a man couldn’t quench!
She’d take on the whole team,
Till they ran out of steam,
Then take on the reserves off the bench!
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The last straw
All her holes pretty much rubbed red-raw,
A late-comer joined in… the last straw!
She groaned “Right, guys, that’s it!
There’s no place he can fit!”
“Oh, come on!” they said. “Don’t be a bore!”
Pleasure cruise
“What’s one more?” she said, pussy awash.
“Come, squeeze in. It’s a bit of a squash!
This chap’s just about done.
Sure, join in the fun!”
She exclaimed, with a giggle. Slosh! Slosh!
Bon vivant
Panting, dripping with sweat, her breasts heave.
God! Such stamina! Hard to believe!
She’s exhausted strong men;
Pausing, now and again,
For more bubbly. Such damn joie de vivre!
Messy
There she knelt, naked, tits and face splattered
With cum, make-up streaked, her hair matted!
Though who could she tell…
All those men! She felt, well,
Sort of special, and sexy, and flattered!
Moving on
Once the mob had begun to disperse,
She lay, thinking… it could have been worse.
She’d been gang-banged. Not good.
Scrap the panties (you would),
But she still had her phone and her purse.
A nose for trouble
As the previous night came back, hazily,
God! She’d behaved a bit crazily!
All those big cocks,
In her mouth, in her box,
Even, possibly, too, (sniffle), nasally!
Variations on a theme
Yep, I’m up for it lads, she said wenchily.
Comes down to how, then, essentially.
Blow jobs all round?
Breaks the ice, like, I’ve found.
Pussy? Arse? Both at once, or sequentially?
Tears and fears
She was tasty! Goddam finger-lickin’ !
“Go on, urged his mates. “Are you chicken?”
They’d all had a go,
And he wanted to, though,
When she’d cried, he’d felt sort of guilt-stricken.
Forensic evidence
She woke naked, still sticky and smelly,
Cum-cakes on her tits and her belly,
Cum clots in her hair,
Three guys? Four? Did she care?
It had got kind of hard to keep tally!