He could sense her resistance was crumbling;
Hands, trembling, with zippers were fumbling.
She groped for his prick;
Her vagina felt slick;
“Do it now! Do it hard!” she was mumbling.
Tag: hard
She flounced
As he watched her get angry and flounce,
And her big bosom jiggle and bounce,
Flushed and howling with rage.
Like a bear in a cage,
He got hard and got ready to pounce!
Wicked intent
It was long, hard and thick, and it bent:
It would turn her cunt into a tent.
Growing deeper and wider,
She drew it inside her.
Amazing where all of it went!