When young hillbillies’ sex lives begin,
Whomsoever their dicks might be in,
Though they don’t too much mind,
For the most part you’d find
That the pussy concerned would be kin!
Tag: pussy
Believe it or not!
Quite amazing, how deep and how wide
Was her pussy, she’d found, when she’d tried
Things to see if they’d fit,
Strange things too, she’d admit
To her friends, with a curious pride!
Befurred preferred
He felt quite justifiably chuffed!
She was young, buxom, bushily muffed!
Just the way he preferred.
He thought women absurd,
With shaved pussies, or some silly tuft.
The digital age
He’d gone down on her, had a good lick,
Worked four fingers in, pretty neat trick!
When he stuck in his toe,
“Must you pussyfoot so?”
She exclaimed. “Do you not have a prick?”
Feral
Pussy smelling like seaweed, a marsh,
The term feral would not be too harsh,
Unwashed, nude, dreadlocked hair,
But he didn’t much care …
Well, except for her downy moustache.
Accommodating
She’s a brazen young hussy, audacious,
In bed, it seems, simply voracious!
Her pussy, they say,
(Which she’s prone to display),
Although snug’s quite remarkably spacious!
A pox on both their houses
Pussy burning, a quite nasty itch,
When she pissed, God, it hurt like a bitch!
So she’d picked up the clap
From some poxy damn chap,
The big question, of course, being which?
Such sweet sorrow
Should he screw her one more time or go?
Pleasure his to indulge or forgo…
He was hard enough still…
Though beginning to spill,
That sweet pussy was worth one more go!
Thrice blessed
Eyes that smoulder, her lips taste like spice.
They embrace, and she strips in a trice.
Perfect arse, perfect tits,
His cock seamlessly fits
In her pussy, which grips like a vise!
Getting to the point
He was hung like a horse, so she heard,
She invited him in, undeterred.
First a gin, to relax,
And then down to tin tacks;
Arse or pussy? Whiche’er he preferred!