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.
Tag: orgasm
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!
A hard man is good to find
Dress and underwear tossed in a pile,
Panting, flushed, she exclaimed with a smile.
“That was awfully good!
I came hard, as one would!
When it’s been such a bloody long while!”
Cherry blossom time
Cherry popped… and, of course, she’d survived!
They both laughed a bit, joked and high-fived.
“Did you come?”
She said “Yes,
And I guess, more or less,
If I ain’t coming still, I’ve arrived!”
Le petit mort
When she came, she came over all sickly;
Her eyes rolled up… “God!” she said thickly.
“I thought I might die!
That was great! Could you try…?
Can you…? Fuck! It all happened too quickly!”
Come again?
Socks and jocks, panties, all in a jumble,
They progressed from fumble to tumble.
She came loud and long…
Then passed out! What was wrong?
“Fucking awesome!” was all she could mumble.
Bold as brass
Giggling, brazen, she’d shamelessly flirted,
But then became quite disconcerted;
His cock, in her hand,
Seemed to throb and expand,
And great gobs of stuff suddenly squirted!