He was so hard, he thought he might burst.
She said “Come on, big boy, do your worst!”
What a charming effect;
Her big nipples erect,
And her labia puckered and pursed!
Tag: nipples
Madonna
Long loose labia, looping like frills,
Make him hard, make him sweat, give him chills;
Heavy, full, low-slung breasts,
Lolling languid on chests,
From which warm, nutty mother’s milk spills!
Discretion
She smiled sweetly, and clutched a small posy;
Her cheeks and her nipples were rosy.
He guessed at the latter,
But what does that matter?
To peek down her dress would be nosey!
The creative juices
Quite distracted, while busily sketching,
He thought “My, she looks rather fetching!”
His model, bored, nude,
Fantasised being screwed,
Nipples hard and her moist pussy stretching!
God bless her
Called to bless her, the scurrilous priest
Eyed the pretty girl, not long deceased.
He would later confess
He looked under her dress,
And caressed her cold nipples, the beast!
The goose and the gander
Lightly dressed, she’d been caught in the rain;
The profile of her nipples was plain.
He could see her goose-flesh,
Through the garment’s thin mesh…
What came next… well… no need to explain!
Message received
She lounged languidly, hips splayed, inviting,
Moist pussy displayed… so exciting!
Her nipples erect…
Her intent, in effect,
She could not have made plainer in writing.
Shameless
She lay sprawled, unashamed, on his bed,
Arms outstretched, legs invitingly spread,
Her eyes wide, her lips pursed,
Nipples ready to burst,
Dripping labia swollen and red.
Ecumenical
He liked breasts big and round and low-slung,
With long nipples, that bounced as they swung,
And he paid little heed
To the race or the creed
Of the girl on whose ribcage they hung.