Black, white, brown, yellow… hard to decide,
Out of all of the pussies I’ve tried,
Which, if any, is best…
Like, when put to the test,
As the man says, they’re all pink inside.
Tag: pink
Hustled
Naked, giggling, affected by drink,
On the pool table! “What do you think?”
Said the guy with the cue.
“What’s a fella to do?
Which to pot first? The brown or the pink?”
Jeans therapy
How he longed to get into her jeans,
By whatever duplicitous means.
He imagined her sighs,
As he stroked her smooth thighs,
And her squishy, warm, pink in-betweens!
Americana 2
She works down at the Star Bar and Grill.
Guys with cash, a few hours to kill,
Come and drink, tip big, think
She might wink, flash the pink;
On a slow day, sometimes, too, she will!
Fledgling
Though a virgin, potential untapped,
When sex happened, of course, she was rapt!
Her back arched and she moaned.
Pleasure too long postponed!
How her frilly pink pussy wings flapped!
Wax torture
Hot wax dripped, the cloth ripped and she yelped!
Though tight-lipped, it escaped, and it helped.
“There, love. What do you think?”
She looked down. Bald and pink!
Now she knew how it felt to be scalped!
Suspended animation
A young lady he’d lately befriended,
Trussed, naked, now dangled, suspended,
Pink holes on display;
He could do what he may,
And pay later for services rendered.
Working girl
“It’s a job,” she opined, with a shrug.
His cock lay in her hand like a slug,
Pink and damp, a blind worm,
She could feel it squirm,
As she squeezed it and gave it a tug.
Hey diddle diddle
She was feisty and fit as a fiddle,
Good sort, randy; hey diddle diddle!
Nice firm, bouncy tits,
Yummy, juicy pink bits,
And the handiest slit in the middle!
Vertical smile
He bent closer and sniffed it and peered:
A mouth with an upside-down beard!
Pink, squishy and soft;
The lips moved when she coughed.
It was all quite decidedly weird!