He should fuck her, and show her who’s boss!
And he does… but she gives not a toss!
Then she says “Are you done?”
Which quite spoils his fun…
Could the bitch not at least have got cross?
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Sunday roast
“Gosh! This bondage thing’s fun!” she admitted.
“I feel quite sluttish!” she tittered…
“Hog-tied, fucked both ends
By yourself and your friends…
Like a damn chicken, trussed up and spitted!”
Swordplay
“God! Your cock’s too damn big to be true!
It’s like having a sword run me through!”
She cried, panting, wide-eyed,
“And it’s all up inside…
Though I thought it might split me in two!”
Cold water
He slid over, said “What are you drinking?
Champagne perhaps, miss?” he said, winking.
“Fuck off,” she replied
“Sorry, darling!” he lied,
And retreated, cock rapidly shrinking.
Artistic sensibility
She considered herself an artiste…
He was grabbing her tits, the damn beast!
She jumped up off his lap,
Turned and gave him a slap…
Which was some satisfaction at least!
Urgency
“Goodness me!” she thought, hurriedly dressing.
“So quick… and so rough… quite distressing!
Poor chap! Well, god knows…
He was drunk, I suppose,
And his need for a fuck rather pressing!”
Zoology
“Fucking big?” she exclaimed with a laugh…
“Like the neck of a fucking giraffe!
Like an elephant’s trunk!
Fuck! Thank god I was drunk!
Fucking damn near split me in half!”
Breathtaking
Though her pussy was fragrant and hairless,
A chap wouldn’t want to be careless…
Get carried away…
Lick too deep, and he may
Find himself in a headlock and airless!
Well I never
Gosh! He’s somehow undressed her… damn clever!
“Please… No!” she exclaimed. “Please, I’ve never…”
He’s touching her… there…
The nerve! How does he dare?
She should slap him, or scream… or whatever!
Skin
Once, at last, naked, close, skin to skin…
It was hard to know where to begin…
Give her pussy a lick?
She reached down, grabbed his dick…
“Stick it in me!” she said, with a grin.