With her panties discreetly removed,
Pussy loose-lipped and hungry, slick-grooved,
She accosted some guy,
Slid his hand up her thigh…
No… her mother would not have approved!
Tag: no panties
Gopher
She disdained panties… cunt free and airy,
Lubricious, inviting and hairy,
Right there, good to go,
For a boy in the know…
Gopher heaven… a damn pussy-prairie!
Window dressing
Low cut top, bosom nicely displayed…
The more tit shown, the more she’ll be paid,
Skirt a slim, silken sheath,
Nothing on underneath…
Tits and arse, working girl’s stock in trade
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!
The commute
“I’d slept in… late for work… I was rushing…
No panties… no time!” she said, blushing.
“God! How to explain?
This cute guy on the train…
I got so hot, my pussy was gushing!”
Going begging
God! I’m so fucking horny! she joked.
What’s a girl got to do to get poked?
Wave her knickers about,
Shouting “Oi lads! My shout!”?
If I’d worn them, by now they’d be soaked!
Free will and determinism
She showed plenty of boob, which was great,
Wore no panties, which didn’t equate
To her being a slut,
Not conclusively, but
At the very least, though, tempting fate!
Cheeky
Bosom thrust out, pert, chewing her gum,
Skirt just short of the cheeks of her bum,
And no knickers, the bitch!
Just the way that they twitch
Quite sufficient to get off, for some!
Homecoming
She went home, her new dress stained and tattered,
No panties, cum-covered, bespattered!
She could have said no,
In fact may have done, though,
Not, of course, that it fucking well mattered!