It was not just the fit, but her heat…
Her cunt salty, her mouth and breath sweet…
The soft heave of her breasts…
Whispered, urgent requests
He obeyed… but would never repeat!
Tag: mouth
Red letter days
They had markedly differing views
About which of her holes he could use;
Though her arse was taboo,
And her mouth, mostly, too,
On his birthday and such, he could choose.
Delicious uncertainty
How much more such delight could she bear?
Not to know, and in fact not to care,
Though a little perplexed,
Where he rooted her next;
In her mouth or her cunt or elsewhere!
Baptism of fire
She approached sex a bit apprehensively,
Naked, but legs crossed defensively;
Having said yes,
She got fucked nonetheless,
North and south, pussy, mouth, comprehensively!
Indulgence
The monks fucked Sister Joan on a roster,
Reciting, meanwhile Pater Noster;
Mouth, bottom as well!
Would she then burn in Hell?
Or was God, like the monks, an imposter?
Informed consent
She asked “Where will you put it, precisely?”
“Your cunt,” he said, bluntly, concisely…
“Your mouth… What the hell,
In your arsehole as well.”
“Fine,” she said, that will do very nicely!”
Kid glove treatment
Now he’s done the right thing and proposed,
He’ll be wanting some sex, she supposed.
Some girls, one understands,
Use their mouth or their hands!
To the latter she’s not so opposed.
Vandals and Goths
When out raiding, a Vandal or Goth,
Prone to excess of lust and of wrath,
Slaughter done, raged and roared,
Raped and pillaged and whored,
Mouth and penis, alike, both afroth!
Modern living
First they fucked tangled up in her sheet,
Then again, without missing a beat,
Pussy, mouth, cunt some more,
On the bed, on the floor,
And he shot his load in her ensuite!
A pleasant surprise
She was better in bed than he’d guessed;
No finesse, but she did do her best,
And to show she had class,
Mouth or pussy or arse,
She just smiled and said “Yeah, be my guest.”