She perhaps should have taken offence…
That she hadn’t still didn’t make sense…
To have called her a slut…
And then fuck her… yeah, but…
When she came it was bloody intense!
Tag: orgasm
The back story
His toe tickling her cunt as he paints,
Her face blissful, she comes… and she faints!
“What a stroke of good luck!”
He thinks, grabbing a fuck…
“She’ll do nicely for one of the saints.”
Oddity
At the moment the bloke shot his wad,
She herself felt decidedly odd…
The blood rushed to her head,
As she thrashed on the bed,
Screaming “Sweet fucking Jesus! Oh God!”
Climax
Hands and lips till her cunt juices flowed.
He fucked fast at first, hard, and then slowed…
Long, deep strokes to her core,
Plunge and slowly withdraw…
Panting, moaning, she thought she’d explode!
Busted
Oh my God! she thought. Fuck! Like, so busted!
Stark naked and red-faced and flustered…
Her mum’s home… who knew?
And mid-orgasm too!
Even she was a little disgusted!
Unexpected pleasure
To her own, rather pleasant surprise,
Her back arching, she rolled up her eyes,
As she came yet once more,
Harder still than before,
Pussy squirting all over her thighs!
Misgivings
What a bloody damn foolish mistake,
For a sensible woman to make!
To give in and say yes!
Had she come? Sort of, yes…
But her moaning and such were all fake.
The mad doctor
The mad doctor, vile instruments gleaming,
Bent over her, naked and screaming,
Legs pulled open wider,
Things pushed up inside her…
She woke, cumming, wet pussy streaming!
Slow boil
As he tickled her clit with a feather,
Restrained, hood and corset of leather,
She drooled and she moaned,
Release too long postponed…
She’d about reached the end of her tether!
History repeats itself
He hooked up with this girl, an old flame…
Ancient history now, a damn shame,
He, like, just wasn’t ready,
Back then, to go steady.
He’d liked how she screamed when she came!