Charged with rape, he was later acquitted…
The girl was a slut , and dim-witted…
“Well yeah, fair enough…
Though he fucked me damn rough
It was all kinda fun”, she admitted.
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The toast of the town
“Super Slut”… bit of clever self-branding…
She’s working the room, nude, glad handing…
She grins, spanks her arse,
And she raises her glass,
Says “Let’s fuck, if you’ll all be upstanding!”
Idle hands
“You’re a slut, as reputed so widely,
Perverted as well”, he said snidely.
“Yes, guilty to both”,
She said… “Worse too, blood oath…”
As she sat there and stroked her cunt idly.
Judgement
She’d have prayed to God, were she religious…
The man’s cock was fucking prodigious…
And she small and thin,
But he’d jammed it all in…
Would’ve sued him too, were she litigious!
Skin in the game
He slipped into her cunt, snug and warm,
For some comfort, in some shape or form…
“It ain’t love, like,” he thought,
“But life’s hard, and too short…
It’s just, like, any port in a storm.”
Cause for concern
He was growing a little concerned
All his favours, sweet words… not returned…
Invitations to dance,
Any hint of romance
All disdainfully, haughtily spurned.
Right neighbourly
The young wife of the fellow next door
Comes around once a week, sometimes more,
Fucks his brains out and goes…
Oral, anal… god knows!
She’s his own private, free of charge whore!
The town bike
After school she rides round on her bike,
Seeking boys she can fuck, if they like,
Saddle soaking up cum
From her pussy and bum,
Little skirt flapping, easy to hike.
At His Majesty’s pleasure
“At Your Majesty’s pleasure!” she quipped,
Naked, grinning, big tits and broad hipped…
“To be used or abused…”
He looked mildly confused…
“Fucked or buggered… or strung up and whipped!”
Epicurean
If found out, she’d of course be disgraced…
But to not suck his cock… such a waste…
And she’ll swallow his cum…
Though it’s been up her bum…
And so much… and she so loves the taste!