Funny thing was, she didn’t much care…
Let ’em think what they want, let ’em stare!
Laughing, just drunk enough
To not give a damn stuff…
Naked, lying there, legs in the air!
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Wrong
It was just wrong, his having to spit,
Pushing, shoving to make his cock fit…
When her pussy’s right there,
So much nicer, you’d swear,
Than her arse, full of semen and shit!
Ruined
One would think, reputation besmirched,
Fallen woman, and ruined, unchurched,
She’d be upset, perhaps,
With the ne’er-do-well chap
On whose cock she was gleefully perched!
Dirty business
In a lane, at the back of the pub,
When he’d kissed her, she gave him a rub,
Then he’d hitched up her skirt,
Plunged it in… God, it hurt!
Cunt rubbed raw, she continued to scrub.
Prom queen
“F…f… fuck!… Fuck!” was all she could stammer.
Ball gown, limo, lost all their glamour…
Like real life porn…
The poor girl, she’d have sworn
That her cunt had been hit with a hammer!
Social niceties
“Well,” she said to him. “What will it be?
I can offer you coffee or tea…
We can sit and just chat,
About life and all that…
Or else fuck, if it’s left up to me!”
Objets d’art
Gold-plate dildos, and silver and brass,
Gem encrusted, stone, ebony, glass,
Cocks for any occasion,
Strange, rare, antique, Asian,
To thrust up her pussy and arse.
Petite
Cupcake tits, slender, fragile, petite…
When he stripped, she went white as a sheet…
Cock as big as her arm!
But, determined and calm,
She got all of it in… quite a feat!
Wedded bliss
When she’d fucked, once, she’d pleaded for more..
But now, married, it’s kind of a bore…
Wham, bam, always the same,
It just seems such a shame…
Better, frankly, to be a damn whore!
Tact
“Wow!” she said, with remarkable tact…
His cock failing, as yet, to react,
And then, rolling her eyes,
“Such exceptional size!”
Which the fellow concerned, sadly lacked.