Gagging, spitting, a cramp in the jaw…
Damn deep throat! It’s the last fucking straw!
God! He’s had a good fuck,
And a bit of a suck…
But now this! It fair sticks in her craw!
Tag: limerick
A cry from the heart
Is he gay? she thinks. Feminine? Neuter?
She’s cute, couldn’t be any cuter!
What’s wrong with the bloke?
It’s beyond a damn joke!
Why the fuck won’t he fucking well root her?
Bummer
The guy’s some kind of weirdo wanker,
She said. He seems only to hanker,
When tied to his bed,
Not to fuck, but instead
Just to take off her panties and spank her!
Spit and polish
“I’m a slut, yeah”, she freely admitted,
A cock in each end, being spitted,
But fucking first class,
Deep throat, pussy or arse,
In fact any-damn-where that it fitted!
Duty calls
Not your knock-em-dead classical beauty,
But nonetheless, quite a damn cutie!
Nice tits, arse, the lot,
And she’s damn hot to trot!
Well… a man’s got to do his damn duty!
Free enterprise
To have rooted her would have been nice.
Fucking awesome, to be more precise!
And he could have, perhaps,
As had plenty of chaps.
It was mostly a matter of price.
In loco parentis
Buxom, pretty, but non compos mentis,
She worked as a baker’s apprentice.
Poor girl, driven mad,
Being rooted by Dad,
Then her master, in loco parentis.
Come by chance
Would he root her? He wouldn’t say never.
Great body, but not too damn clever.
He’ll just try his luck…
“Hey babe! Fancy a fuck?”
And she spits out her gum… “Yeah. Whatever.”
Straight shooter
“He’s straightforward, I’ll give you the tip!”
She says. “Walks in, like, tells me to strip,
Bends me over a chair,
With my arse in the air,
Slams his cock in! Damn shoots from the hip!”
Theatrics
All this sniffling and snuffling and bawling.
The damn woman’s missed her damn calling!
She should be on stage!
At least act her damn age,
Get her panties off, quit the damn stalling!