“Yep, I’ll fuck her. Why not?” he decides,
Drops his jeans, saddles up, in he glides,
And it’s kind of alright,
Only not… just not tight…
His damn cock doesn’t touch the damn sides!
Tag: limerick
Power play
His demand wasn’t, like, sugar-coated…
“Lie down and get fuckin’ deep-throated!”
“No need to be rough,”
She sobbed. He, loud and gruff,
Said “Fuck you, bitch. You’re fuckin’ outvoted!”
A woman inspired
Once her passions got proper inflamed,
She did things… well… she couldn’t be blamed…
Rooted guys, sucked their dicks,
Did all kinds of rude tricks…
Some things, even, that haven’t been named!
The worm
Her great scorn for the man was well earned.
She said “Look, far as fucking’s concerned,
Your pathetic small dick
Doesn’t do the damn trick,
So fuck off, jerk! The fucking worm’s turned!
Indecent haste
Things hadn’t gone quite as intended…
She felt sort of cheated, offended…
She’d just whispered yes,
Then he tore off her dress,
And she found herself nude and upended!
More than she bargained for
The poor girl, she’d been bloody confused…
If she’d known… well she would have refused…
She’d said yes, though, you see,
Never knowing she’d be
Not just fucked, but all kinds of abused!
Plastered in Paris
She’d gone out and got pretty much plastered…
Great fun, as they say, while it lasted…
She met this nice guy
Who seemed decent and shy…
But he fucked her five ways, the damn bastard!
Ecstasy
She said yes in a blink, like… emphatic!
The bloke was, you know, like ecstatic.
Her pussy was tight,
To his utter delight…
And she fucked him in ways acrobatic!
Transparency
Though he’d thought she was taking the mickey,
Her sayin’ she fancied a quickie,
She did mean it, but,
Cheeky damn little slut,
An’ her pussy was runny n sticky!
Misplaced gratitude
“Get your clothes on and go, bitch,” he muttered…
His loins and her own still abutted…
The bastard withdrew…
“Th-th-thanks for the screw…
It was l-l-l-lovely”, she stuttered.