Oh so beautiful! Yes, but how old?
Inexperienced, true, but so bold!
Still a virgin she guessed,
But his hand on her breast!
And that rigid young prick to enfold!
Tag: prick
Arcadian interlude
The nymph fled from the goatish god, Pan,
His prick thick as the arm of a man,
But the randy old satyr,
Determined to mate her,
Grew harder, the harder she ran.
Heaven on a stick
She came just to his elbows in height,
Tits not big but not small, about right;
She could perch on his prick
Like a doll on a stick
Or a glove on his hand, but more tight!
In rut
His eyes widened, his hefty prick swelled,
Reason fled, he felt madly compelled,
By the sway of her hips,
Her full breasts, bee-stung lips,
Not to mention the way that she smelled.
Loose woman
His prick swelled, as she loosened her stays;
Her breasts welled up to meet his rapt gaze.
“My, sir, that’s a fine bulge!
It would seem to divulge
That one might well be here for days!”
Shock, horror!
She recoiled in horror and fright,
And in shocked disbelief, at the sight…
His prick, thick as her arm,
Might do terrible harm…
But might fill her, as well, with delight!
Decline and fall
He could sense her resistance was crumbling;
Hands, trembling, with zippers were fumbling.
She groped for his prick;
Her vagina felt slick;
“Do it now! Do it hard!” she was mumbling.
Raunch
He was fond of a nice bit of raunch;
Tits and pussy, a well-rounded haunch.
His pulse raced, his eyes glazed,
His mouth drooled as he gazed,
And his prick slithered under his paunch.
The quim
It’s a wonderful thing, a girl’s quim:
When you poke with your prick round the rim,
First her labia pout,
Become moist and puff out,
The next moment, she’s full to the brim!
White lies
As he nudged up towards where her hole lay,
He was heard, in a voice to cajole, say
“I love you, I swear,
And your hymen won’t tear,
If I don’t push my prick in the whole way!”