Sixteen, making out, slippery-sloping,
Tongue kissing, cock-gripping, groping…
It seems like he might
Try to fuck her tonight,
She thinks, rubbing him, wishing and hoping!
Tag: groping
The price of liberties
His insistence, the liberties taken,
Had left her hurt, outraged and shaken!
He’d seemed a nice chap…
But he’d earned a good slap!
Oh well… Fuck! She’d been sadly mistaken
Defeated
His insistent demands grew so heated,
His groping so often repeated,
His hands up her dress,
On her tits! Her distress
So great…”God! Go on! Fuck me!” she bleated.
Pulse
His hand groping her pussy, pulse quickening,
Hers on his cock, quickly thickening,
Hard to decide,
As he pushed it inside;
Was it scary, exciting or sickening?
Class distinction
Though she thought she looked terribly chic,
He reached down, gave her nipple a tweak,
Began groping her arse!
God! The man so lacked class!
Casting pearls before swine, so to speak.
Love, ostensibly
Getting drunk, passing out… not too sensible.
Groping her tits… reprehensible.
Yes, she was cute…
But to slip her a root?
Understandable, though indefensible!
Open minded
She said “Let’s get it out in the open;
I don’t mind your squeezin’ and gropin’,
Your prick, always stiff.
Damn! Stick it in, if
It might lead to a weddin’, I’m hopin’.”