Low cut top, bosom nicely displayed…
The more tit shown, the more she’ll be paid,
Skirt a slim, silken sheath,
Nothing on underneath…
Tits and arse, working girl’s stock in trade
Tag: limerick
She who hesitates
The discussion was pretty one-sided…
She might… but she hadn’t decided…
Meanwhile she lay spread
On his dank, rumpled bed,
Upon which she was soon subdivided.
If push came to shove
Her ripe body he couldn’t but covet…
He knew in his heart that she’d love it…
Awake, late at night,
He dreamed dreams of her tight
Secret places he wanted to shove it.
Hysteria
She developed a certain hysteria,
Worried about her interior…
Whether sex might,
In the space of a night,
Fill her pussy with germs and bacteria.
Beyond reasonable doubt
Says he’s got a big cock, which I doubt,
She thinks… maybe it should be tried out…
Yep! A monster alright…
In fact so fucking tight,
Pulled her whole fucking cunt inside out!
Done
Look, he said. You’re a pretty cute kid.
If you want a damn fuck, (which she did),
Spread your pussy, okay?
And she rushed to obey,
Cherry something of which to be rid.
Weird
Wow! she thought. This is all pretty weird!
Hair matted, cum-spattered, cum-smeared…
Cunt, tits, ears, eyes,
And still all of these guys
Kept on coming and high-fived and cheered!
Undeterred
Drunk and dizzy, her vision was blurred…
She said no, but it came out all slurred…
Well, he should still have known,
From her screaming alone…
But perhaps he might just not have heard.
Forgive and forget
She’d said yes, was his honest belief,
But she hadn’t, it seemed, to his grief.
Would she now cry Me Too,
Over one little screw?
“Never mind,” she said… Blessed relief!
Hussy
He was tried for rape, true, but acquitted.
He’d fucked ev’ry hole where it fitted…
Twice three times in some,
(Mostly pussy and bum),
But she’d liked it, the hussy admitted!