Well, this ain’t gonna work, she thought, sighing,
The boy just half hard, almost crying,
His prick blindly stabbing,
His sweaty hands grabbing
Her tits… The poor bugger! At least he was trying
Tag: groping tits
Having it out
Late that night they at last had it out…
At least he did… and waved it about…
Tried to get her undressed,
Had his fist round one breast…
So she socked him one, right on the snout!
Love hurts
She remained resolutely enamoured…
“I l-l-l-love you!” she stammered,
Not even appalled
By her tits being mauled,
And her poor pretty arse being hammered!
Propriety
They held hands as they chatted and strolled.
That was proper enough, she’d been told.
Then they sat by the shore…
And she let him do more…
Gosh! His hand on her bosom was cold!
Pitfalls
Sometimes, she thinks, life’s just the pits…
This damn guy, drunk, and groping her tits…
And he’s, like, her best mate…
And their first real date,
Which, of course, you know, thrills her to bits!
Jack and Jill
Jack says “Jill! Want some hey-diddle-diddle?”
She grins, and allows him a fiddle…
A grope of her tits…
Then he bends down and spits,
And next thing he’s wham, bam up her middle!
Body language
From his hands on her tits, and his leer,
His motive’s abundantly clear…
Resigned to her fate,
(Anyway, it’s too late),
She’ll be screwed, it would rather appear!