A right charmer! A bit of a spiv..
But how much of a toss did she give?
If she went the whole way,
Fucked him, like, she dared say
What the fuck? Right? She’d probably live.
Tag: limerick
Baps
She’s a bonny lass, big, bouncy baps,
Flirts with fellas, like, sits on their laps,
Gets em hard, too, I guess,
Rubbing under her dress,
Cheeky thing, even shags em, perhaps!
Amuse bouche
“Appetiser?” he cynically joked,
Stuck his cock down her throat till she choked…
Well, it wasn’t much fun…
Just a kiss would have done….
Although strangely her panties were soaked!
Jugs
I cain’t help havin’ these here jugs…
And she hefts em in both hands and shrugs…
Guys all starin’ an’ gropin’
But ain’t no use mopin’
Just hang em out, show all them mugs!
The wall
It was funny… she couldn’t recall…
Was he good looking, plain, short or tall?
She was drunk, it was dark,
In some sort of a park,
Her tits pressed up against a brick wall.
Push comes to shove
You’d have thought they might go hand in glove,
But they don’t, not when push comes to shove.
A good fuck’s just a fuck
And its sheer dumb luck
If there’s any suggestion of love.
Equine-imity
She’d assumed that like most guys, he fibs,
And god knows she ain’t one of them squibs…
Yep, he’s big… as a horse…
She still fucked him, of course…
She could feel it poking her ribs!
Affirmative action
Should I fuck him? she thought . Might as well.
He might have a nice cock… who can tell?
Might go down on me too…
I could use a nice screw…
Fuck him, suck him… why not? Yes, I shall.
Trickle down effect
Semen soaking her panties like glue,
Trickling down her leg into her shoe…
She could smell it… could others?
Kids? Other girls’ mothers…
Yeah, maybe, but would they know who?
Thinking of England
He caresses her breast and she sighs,
Turns her head, slowly opens her thighs.
Let him do what he must,
Slake his animal lust…
Tears dampen her firmly closed eyes.