Looking over her shoulder, she kneeled,
Bare arsed, winking, nothing concealed,
Pink, glistening slit,
Wet as… no need to spit…
As he plunged in… “God! Fuck, yeah!” she squealed.
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Pop tart
Her tits popped from her brassiere, spilled…
Well, it had been a bit overfilled…
“Oh my goodness!” she giggled…
They wobbled and jiggled…
By then she’d already been drilled!
A many splendid thing
Well, she’d fucked him, though quite unintended…
Unwise, yes, but that’s how it ended…
Disgraced herself, true,
And a bit sluttish too,
But the fuck, in itself simply splendid!
The cowgirl
She’s a cowgirl, small tits, lean n lanky,
Gits drunk though, n comes on all skanky,
Yells “Fuck me” n stuff…
An she’s, like, big n tough…
No one fucks her, she gits mean n cranky!
Lost weekend
When she woke, and her vision had cleared,
Butt naked, and pretty much smeared
With cum, head to toe…
Not again! she thought… Woh!
Three weekends in a row… like, how weird!
The rounds of the kitchen
It began with a nice sixty niner…
Then fucked up the arse and vagina…
One fist… and then two…
Then the wine bottle too…
A bit much… but the damage was minor.
Photo opportunity
She said “Gosh! There’s a lot of you chaps…
But that’s cool… maybe someone perhaps,
While we’re fucking and stuff,
Oh, and yeah… do it rough…
Take some photos, a few happy snaps!”
The power of positive thinking
Though her sex life had just been so-so,
It was hectic now, full-on, go-go!
She’s like one of those dolls…
A selection of holes…
Yes to anything… nothing no-no!
Top shelf
Just a length of cloth, artfully draped,
Which hung, clung on her, fluidly shaped…
Nothing else but a smile…
God! The woman had style…
And a body that begged to be raped!
The biological imperative
She lies back, sighing, parting her legs,
Thoughts upon her unfertilised eggs…
Spits and rubs her dry cunt…
He slides in with a grunt…
“Fuck me baby! Just fuck me!” she begs.