He smells pussy, a rich, musky whiff,
And he follows his nose, sniff, sniff, sniff…
Bingo! There at the bar,
Short dress, heels, no bra…
He slides up to her, charming, cock stiff.
Tag: no bra
The price of a drink
She goes out at night, hangs around bars…
Little skirt, don’t wear knickers or bras…
Cadges drinks off strange blokes,
Who she teases and strokes…
And then fucks them, in doorways or cars.
Big night out
Lose the bra… how much tit to expose?
And the panties… the panty-line shows…
Yeah, that works. With some luck,
She might cop a nice fuck…
Maybe two… or a gang bang… who knows?
On the market
Her short skirt and no panties, no bra
Might perhaps be a little faux pas,
She thinks, sipping her drink,
Thighs spread, flashing the pink…
Moves like that, she’ll more likely go far!
Nice
At the party she’d seemed la-di-da,
But next morning, in T shirt, no bra,
While she scrambled his eggs,
Semen crusting her legs,
She seemed… sort of… just nice! There you are!
And the livin’ is easy
Summertime, and the girls like it hot!
Lookin’ out for a root, like as not!
Skimpy dresses, no bras,
Cruisin’ round in their cars…
He’d be up that one there like a shot!
Tweak
She was left quite unable to speak…
He walked up, gave her nipples a tweak!
Well, she’d not worn a bra,
But that’s going too far!
And it hurt too! By golly, what cheek!
Norks
In that dress, being splendidly norked,
Her tits jiggled and bobbed as she walked.
She thought “Baby, wrong bar!
Should’ve gone with the bra!”
But by then, she’d already been porked!
Showing her cards
Despite his mates’ ragging and scoffing,
He judged, by the wine she was quaffing,
(A bottle so far),
And not wearing a bra,
There was likely a root in the offing.
The bridge club
Though her husband was rich and adoring,
She found married life rather boring.
She’d cruise in her car,
In a short dress, no bra,
Or drop into some bar, do some whoring!