Were her panties silk? Maybe just cotton.
Her tits? Were they big? He’d forgotten.
She’d seemed keen enough,
But it must have been bluff.
She’d cried after. He’d felt a bit rotten.
Tag: panties
The fire
She moans, writhing, heart pounding, hands clenched,
But the crotch of her panties is drenched!
Let him do what he will!
Let him not stop until
Her wild, burning desire is quenched!
Snatch and grab
Though she fought tooth and claw, scratch and jab,
Still he groped, squeezed and poked; snatch and grab!
Panties gone, her dress torn,
She thought, beaten, forlorn,
“Why on earth did I not catch a cab?”
Orderly misconduct
Drunk, in panties and bra, both askew,
She’d begun to attract quite a queue
“Look,” she said. “Tell you what;”
I can’t screw the whole lot,
But I’d say I can screw quite a few!”
Good loser
She’d lost bra, panties, totally bare!
He said “Play one more hand, if you dare!
If I win, then we fuck!”
She replied “Try your luck…
Or just screw me right now. I don’t care”
The vamp
Sexy, stylish, pert, quite the young vamp!
Other girls whispered she was a tramp.
Underneath her short skirt,
Which she’d hitch up, and flirt,
Frilly panties, decidedly damp!
Hippy chick
She’d forsaken bras, panties and lippy,
Smoked dope and tripped out, gone all hippy.
Nice tits, see-through shirt,
Nipples hard… Did they hurt,
When they bounced, if the weather was nippy?
After the ball
A young debutante, glamorous, chaste;
Panties soaked, nipples hard! Her heart raced!
Underneath her silk gown
Captain Parker went down
On her. God! She’d be ruined! Disgraced!
Love is in the air
On the air came a sexual whiff;
Something musky and yeasty, (sniff, sniff)
From someone in the room,
From the panties of whom?
“Ah! The blonde!” he thought, instantly stiff.
One drink too many
While she drunkenly, fitfully slumbered,
By bra nor by panties encumbered,
By bad luck, or fate,
Though she woke up (too late),
She was screwed, not to mention outnumbered!