“Come on, babe,” said the guy. “What’s it worth?
Name your price! (Said with unseemly mirth.)
“Pussy’s pussy, alright?
And I ain’t got all night…
And you ain’t, like, the last cunt on Earth.”
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Mechanisation
Ropes and pulleys, electrical winch…
To her credit, not even a flinch…
And, in fact, she was grinning,
Her lovely arse spinning
Down onto his cock, inch by inch!
Gullible
She was better without him, the rat!
He drank, gambled, screwed whores, and all that,
And he beat her up too…
But he loved her, she knew…
When he rooted her, like, first he spat.
Getting it straight
Just because I don’t care that you’re seeing
Me going round naked, and peeing,
That don’t mean, she said…
Get this into your head,
If you’re after a root, I’m agreeing!
The downside
She said yes, got undressed in a rush,
Such a thatch! Long and blonde, soft and lush!
Splendid boobs, big and billowy
Warm, soft and pillowy…
Shame she had crab lice and thrush.
The flesh is weak
He began, in the end, to suspect
That despite all that talk of respect,
And the wages of sin…
When he did stick it in,
She, in fact, didn’t too much object.
A single girl
They’re both handsome, and nice guys, she sighed,
Both terrific in bed too,besides,
And both single and rich…
She should choose one… but which?
Marry one and fuck one on the side?
Truth hurts
She did drugs, she turned tricks… lots to hide…
She’d gone into it all open-eyed.
When asked what do you do?
It depended on who,
But most times she just plain flat out lied.
First time unlucky
It was tight, but he’d not be denied!
So he sweated, and levered, and pried…
Rather selfish of course…
Though she cried herself hoarse…
Still a virgin, despite how he tried.
Pride cometh
It was mostly a matter of pride.
Though she said she’d had bigger, she’d lied…
The gargantuan brute, it
Might hurt, but she’d root it!
And did… though she damn near died!