She woke up in a bit of a funk…
Serves me right, she thought, getting so drunk…
Make-up smeared, sore head,
On the floor, not in bed…
And my cunt full of some bastard’s gunk!
Tag: limerick
Disbelief
She’d been wined, dined, and gaily they danced.
They drew closer… she gasped when she chanced
To just brush on his cock…
Huge and hard, to her shock…
Was it real… or somehow enhanced?
Cry or laugh
His big cock down her throat made her barf…
Didn’t know what to do… cry or laugh!
“Never mind, babe” he said.
“I’ll just fuck you instead.”
And he tried… and got in about half.
The age of consent
Around sixteen girls go off the rails,
Start hanging around with young males,
And smoking and drinking,
And constantly thinking
Of juvenile cocks up their tails.
The personal touch
“You can touch it, you know. It won’t bite…
I don’t think so, at least… but it might…
And your cock’s getting bigger…”
She said. “And I figure
You might as well fuck me, alright?”
Tough love
When he’d fucked her hard, balls-deep and rough,
“Spread your arse!” he said, mean-like and tough…
“I ain’t finished yet, bitch!”
“Arse or cunt, don’t mind which…
Just spit first,” she said, calling his bluff.
Appetising
Tofu, sushi, a nice teriyaki,
Washed down with and excellent sake…
She undressed and bowed
To the gathering crowd
For the post-dinner bonding bukkake
Ploughing a furrow
She’d already been fucked to excess,
But kept smiling and tried not to stress…
She could just barely grunt,
As he ploughed her poor cunt,
Which he kept doing, nevertheless.
Love hurts
She remained resolutely enamoured…
“I l-l-l-love you!” she stammered,
Not even appalled
By her tits being mauled,
And her poor pretty arse being hammered!
Prestidigitation
She thought kissing the chap might be grand…
And she couldn’t, then, quite understand…
He was touching her there,
On her never mind where…
The sly bastard, by some sleight of hand!