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!
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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.
Be careful what you wish for
The orgasm to which she’d aspired
Did come, but she almost expired…
The bondage extreme…
Whipped and fucked, made to scream…
All with rather more force than required!
His thoughts straying
Marriage stagnant, his wife cold and bitter,
But sex is a curious critter…
She’d die if she knew
All the vile things he’d do,
If he could, to their kids’ hot teen sitter.