He and she are just real good friends…
Maybe more… well it sort of depends…
He’d got hard when they’d kissed…
They were both a bit pissed…
He thinks “Wow! Let’s just see where this ends!”
Tag: limerick
Nature or nurture
“Wanna suck?” she says, down on her knees,
And she gives it a rub and a squeeze…
It ain’t like she’s a slut…
Her big sister is, but.
And her mum. And her old man’s a sleaze.
Pop tart
“You like tits? Whatcha think about these?”
She said, poppin em out… bloody tease!
“Ain’t they great?” she said, gigglin,
Big bouncy boobs jigglin.
“So go on then. Give em a squeeze!”
Life support system for penis
A big, handsome, dumb, gullible youth,
Barely shaving, and rather uncouth…
But he’ll do for a root,
She thinks… horny young brute,
Any cock would, to tell the damn truth!
Handbag
Of her cherry, at last, disencumbered,
She sighed with relief, although lumbered,
It seemed, with this jock…
Just a man… just a cock,
But his days as her handbag were numbered.
Field research
His hard penis, on which she was perched,
(This was something, in fact, she’d researched)
Was much bigger than most,
She thought, thick as a post…
As she came hard, and wailed and lurched!
Standing on her dignity
“Look, I know that I’m, like, well endowed,
And I know, when I come, I’m quite loud…
But I just wanna say…
I ain’t no slut. Okay?
And three does seem a bit of a crowd.
Inert
His cock dangled there, stubbornly, limply.
Poor girl, perky-titted and dimply…
She’d done her damn best…
Sucked and rubbed, all the rest…
“Useless prick!” she sighed, putting it simply.
Enough is not enough
Sweaty, panting, her gob-smacked expression
Suggested she’d had quite a session…
“Enough, please!” she begged.
“I’ll be walking bow-legged!”
“Suck my cock, then,” he said. Small concession!
Cheek
Bloody cheek! Not to be damn endured!
She thought. Situation, alas, rather fluid…
A grab of her arse…
(Almost dropped her damn glass!)
And next thing she’d been bloody well skewered!