Just a roll in the hay, a quick tumble;
Some rub and tug, wild grope and fumble,
Bare buttocks and thighs;
No false promises, lies;
A good root though… A girl shouldn’t grumble!
Tag: grope
Come warm yourself by the fire
Music plays, the warm firelight flickers;
He’s plied her with sweet potent liquors.
She feebly protests,
As he squeezes her breasts,
While his other hand gropes in her knickers.
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She was pissed off! As Mum would say, vexed.
So they’d kissed, had a grope. Well, what’s next?
Oral sex, she supposed.
“Wanna fuck?” he proposed.
So she stripped, struck a pose, sent a sext.
Slippery frippery
Their caresses grew frantic and heated;
At length, though, he lay back, defeated,
Still wide of the mark,
Having groped in the dark
At her pussy, frilled, folded and pleated.
Fallen woman
She allowed him a squeeze and a grope,
And set foot on the slippery slope.
Soon she fondled him too;
He grew hard, as men do,
She undressed, then, to give him more scope.
Private dancer
As she pirouettes round them the men all hope
Maybe they’ll get a kiss, then a grope.
“God, please,” he begs,
“Let me part those long legs,
And be up in there, pushing her envelope!”
Dream on!
As she lathered her bosom with soap, her
Next-door neighbour peeked, in the hope her
Daydreams were of him,
Though the odds did seem slim
That he’d ever be able to grope her.
School rules
She’d stepped onto a slippery slope,
By allowing her boyfriend a grope:
Though she made it a rule,
Not to fuck after school,
That still gave the lad plenty of scope.
No picnic
Though she’d heard making love was no picnic:
Foreplay, she found out, was a quick lick,
A grope of her tits,
(Which just thrilled her to bits),
And then in to the hilt with his thick prick.