He was hung like a horse, anecdotally…
“Fuck! Yes!” she said. “Fucking totally!
God! What a root!
Made me suck it, to boot…
All the way down my neck!” she said throatily.
Tag: hung like a horse
Trapped
Gosh! she thought. Things do look pretty grim,
And the odds on escaping damn slim!
He was hung like a horse!
She survived, though, of course,
It was like she’d been torn limb from limb!
The truth about Helen of Troy
“Oh my God, Paris darling!” sighed Helen.
“Your cock! You must cum by the gallon!
I want it, of course!
My own big Trojan horse!
I don’t care if I split like a melon!”
Getting to the point
He was hung like a horse, so she heard,
She invited him in, undeterred.
First a gin, to relax,
And then down to tin tacks;
Arse or pussy? Whiche’er he preferred!
A kiss on the cheek
It began with a kiss on the cheek;
One thing led to the next, so to speak.
He was amply endowed,
(It would do a horse proud!)
She could hardly damn walk for a week!
A man of his word
He was hung like a horse, the chap jested.
“If so,” she laughed, “I’m… interested!”
What later occurred,
Proved him good as his word,
Which her sore, swollen cunt still attested!