That he’d fucked her was no great surprise…
Just the sight of his cock, and its size!
Tears streamed down her cheeks
Leaving mascara streaks,
Semen oozed down her slender young thighs.
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Pulling noodles
He stood stricken, face like a sick poodle.
She tugged, rubbed and sucked on his doodle…
Poor girl, though she tried,
She gave up, and just cried…
While it dangled there, like a wet noodle.
Go hard or go home
She could be quite the slut, when it suited…
“Just fuck me, you damn stud!” she hooted.
“I love your cock, sweetie,
So chunky and meaty…
Hard! Fast! So I know I’ve been rooted!”
He knows his place
“Wear your negligee please, the black lace.
Get the oxygen out, just in case,”
He said. “Open the door,
Make me lie on the floor.
Squeeze my testicles. Sit on my face!”
Don’t walk on the grass
He’d have not fucked the girl, had he known it…
Her pussy, though, once he’d been shown it,
Her tight virgin cunt
Had a sign on the front:
“Please don’t touch. If you break it you own it.”
The rose garden
In the rose garden, barely concealed,
Bare-arsed, in the grass where she kneeled,
The gardener’s prick
In her hand, long and thick…
“Get it in me, for God’s sake!” she squealed.
What?
She got naked, got down in a squat,
Mirror tilted, to see what was what…
Bushy hair, fleshy lips,
Shiny, wet, pearly drips
On her fingers of something like snot.
Blanket stitch
Caught red-handed, she had to own up…
“”You can save that for when you’re grown up!”
Said her mother, harsh, blunt.
“Keep your hands off your cunt,
If you don’t want to have it sewn up!”
Hardship
“Do it harder!” she cried. “Fuck me puce!
If you can’t make me come, what’s the use?”
“Babe, I’m tryin’, you know…
Might be easier though,
If your cunt wasn’t so fuckin’ loose!”
Ennui
She surfs porn. She knows all the damn tricks…
If she ever gets hold of boys pricks…
Not fifteen, young and restless,
Annoyingly breastless,
Just fingers and toys for her kicks.