Pussy musk in the air, a nice whiff…
He slows, glancing around him. Sniff, sniff…
The nice blonde on his right…
Sweet fresh meat, young and tight…
He advances, cock already stiff.
Tag: limerick
The price
Since his wife put out seldom and meagrely,
Never a smile, never eagerly,
Basil’s eye strayed…
Might his niece, if he paid,
Let him fuck her, albeit illegally
Pipe dream
He smoked opium, dreaming of China,
Him fondling an almond-eyed minor,
Caressing her breast,
Her sweet bum, last and best…
Her petite oriental vagina!
Tin god
Self styled guru, his own weird sect…
After dinner he’d smugly select
A young girl, maybe two,
To lay hands on and screw…
When you’re god, they can hardly object!
Coming up for air
His big dick down her throat, starved for air,
Being skull-fucked, his hands in her hair…
Just some holes, just warm meat…
“Did you like that, my sweet?”
“Yes,” she lied. “Just… you gave me a scare.”
Suck it up
She resisted… she fought tooth and claw…
Just about dislocated her jaw…
So what more could she do…
Maybe bite, maybe spew…
Except suck… though it stuck in her craw!
Thinnish
She was flat chested, angular, thinnish,
Which didn’t the least bit diminish
His lustful desire…
His loins were on fire…
One almighty thrust at the finish!
Convoluted volition
Still, for reasons arcane, convoluted,
A virgin, she might, if it suited,
The right stars aligned,
Perhaps not too much mind,
If she fancied some chap, being rooted.
Having it out
Late that night they at last had it out…
At least he did… and waved it about…
Tried to get her undressed,
Had his fist round one breast…
So she socked him one, right on the snout!
Private dancer
In the darkness a stranger was lurking,
His hand on his cock, panting, jerking,
While she, unaware
Of his lecherous stare,
Stood there smiling, nude, practising twerking.