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!
Tag: orgasm
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!
Taming of the shrew
Eyes rolled up in the back of her head,
She came hard, jumped all over the bed!
The damn gurgling and twitching
At least stopped her bitching…
He’d thought she might maybe be dead.
Alternative truth
Just a big-titted, dumb bottle-blonde,
But of whom he’d become rather fond…
Her orgasms were fake,
(Rolled up eyes, for god’s sake!)
He just sort of felt like he’d been conned.
Well engineered
Well, her cunt hadn’t split, as he’d feared,
He mused, as his orgasm neared.
Though fucked with great vigour,
It stretched and got bigger,
Yet tight still, a good thing, but weird.
Man the bilge pumps!
Straight up, doggy-style, her perched on top,
She’d come, he’d come. Still pounding! Slip, slop!,
Panting, pussy awash,
She gasped “Darling!” (Splish, splosh!)
“Do you think we could maybe just stop?”
Sexual mechanics
Did the earth move? Well, no. Was it splendid?
In fact, she’d been glad when it ended;
The grunting, the sweat
Her bed smelly and wet…
The whole farce into which it descended!