Her virginity put to the test,
The boy groping her pussy and breast…
God! She’d love to give in…
Spread her legs, let him in…
And she does… and is little distressed.
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Candyman
Little slut… but damn gorgeous… a dandy!
Cute, flirty and dirty and randy…
Too young by a mile…
But those tits! That sly smile…
Why not offer the hussy some candy?
Sweater girl
That cute boy’s checking out her tight sweater
(To show off her perky boobs better)…
Big breath, poke ’em out…
Half a smile, half a pout,
As her pussy gets wetter and wetter!
Well fit
Her new shorts were a fabulous fit…
The snug centre seam splitting her slit…
Shiny, smooth, tight and thin,
Like a lewd second skin…
When she bent down, they tugged on her clit!
Suffer the little children
The priest dawdled his way through the mass,
Through which poor Polly suffered, alas,
With her g string, in front
Sucked halfway up her cunt,
And the string of it slicing her ass.
Accommodating
“Come and join us” she said… “Find a space…
Pussy, arse, armpit, any damn place…
Just one thing… You can’t cum
In my cunt or my bum,
Squirt it all on my tits or my face!”
Fashion fail
Silly bitch, but you gotta damn laugh…
Wearin’ nothin except a silk scarf,
Round her waist, up her crack,
Knotted tight front and back,
Like to split her cute pussy in half!
Boundaries
Late one night, in an excess of lust
He took liberties, misused her trust…
Squeezed her breasts… She took fright…
Well, the nerve of him! Quite!
Not outraged so much… more just nonplussed.
Pert
Little hussy, he thought, saucy, pert…
In her tight shirt and little short skirt,
And no panties, I bet,
Her damn pussy all wet
He should fuck her right there on the dirt!
Heat and lust
In the sweltering Indian heat,
In his bungalow room where they’d meet,
They made mad, torrid love,
The fan whirling above,
Their sweat soaking the thin cotton sheet.