At the party, she sat on his lap,
Her thighs parted just slightly… a gap
Into which, as it would,
His cock swelled, which felt good,
Till she turned round and gave him a slap!
Tag: lap
Hooked
He had no chance at all, the poor chap, he
Was hooked when she sat on his lap; she
Wore just a loose robe,
And she chewed his earlobe,
And purred “Well, don’t you want to unwrap me?”
Virtue's reward
She’d sit, hands in her lap, and bemoan,
That because of her damned chaperone,
Though she longed to be kissed,
And she wouldn’t resist,
What damn chance, when they’re never alone?