She lay pondering, somewhat perplexed…
“Am I just a slut? Just oversexed?”
Like, whatever that meant…
As the guy came and went…
And she wiped off his cum and called “Next!”
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Waste not, want not
Her intention, of course, to seduce…
And a man would be bloody obtuse
Not to play right along…
Well God! What could go wrong,
If he put her young cunt to good use?
Let joy be unconfined
Her tits strained at her buttons and stitching…
Here arse jiggled… bouncing and twitching…
Just standing or walking,
Or laughing, or talking…
The whole effect rather bewitching!
Yee hah!
She ain’t fussy at all where she fucks…
In a horse stall, outside, backs of trucks…
Horse shit, mud, she don’t mind…
Saddle up from behind,
Smack her arse and she pig-roots ‘n bucks!
On the beach
She was just a slut, pretty and randy,
Suntanned, cheeky, oily and sandy,
Though sort of distasteful,
It would be quite wasteful
To not fuck her, being there, handy.
Hypothetical
Parted thighs she’d been careless in closing,
Wet pussy, at which he was nosing…
His cock was quite small…
But she’d not mind at all,
If he wanted a fuck… just supposing.
Assuming the position
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.
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!