Her predicament grew rather dire:
His hand up her dress, moving higher!
“Oh Jesus!” she cried,
Panties tugged to one side.
“I’ll just put in the tip.” Bloody liar!
Tag: panties
Tedium
Bored and horny, she lounged about idly,
Blouse gaping, her thighs parted widely;
He looked up, a glance.
“Better put on some pants,
Or your cunt might catch cold,” he said snidely.
Waste not, want not
The poor girl! Passed out, pissed as a newt!
Panties showing. Those tits! She’s damn cute.
She’s so cheeky and flirty,
She wouldn’t get shirty,
He hoped, if he slipped her a root.
In the back seat, in a country lane
She’d run out of excuses, essentially.
Now she’d get rooted, potentially,
There in his car,
Down to panties and bra,
But he dropped off to sleep, providentially.
Something askew
A good-time girl, not one to eschew
A few drinks, an anonymous screw,
Although many a night,
When she got home, she might
Lack her panties, perhaps, or one shoe.
Sex education for Catholics
Then her mother said “Mind my words, Brigid.
Men’s pricks are always halfway rigid.
Don’t go tempting fate;
Once it’s done, it’s too late!
Keep your panties on, act like you’re frigid.”
Cabaret
His first time at the cabaret. Lordy!
Them girls! Skimpy costumes, so gaudy!
No panties, as well,
It was easy to tell,
And their songs and the jokes, oh so bawdy!
A coalescence of events
The poor girl, she’d tried hard not to yield.
Her fate, though, was pretty much sealed
The moment they kissed,
Then she couldn’t resist,
As the cum on her panties revealed!
Below the belt
Not a 10, but she’d do in a pinch.
Half undressed, they went into a clinch,
Then he hitched her astride,
Pulled her panties aside,
And he worked his cock in, inch by inch!
Bumping bellies
Belly dancing’s a curious thing;
Tassels, veils, a few bits of string,
A provocative dance
Done without any pants,
Trading favours for baubles and bling.