He said “Say… do you fancy a tumble?”
“Umm, maybe…” was all she could mumble…
No sooner than said,
She’d been flung on his bed,
And been rooted, her thoughts still a jumble!
Tag: quickie
A time and a place
“Fucking hell!” she snapped. “Fuck fucking men!
Want to fuck, anywhere, anywhen!
As she got off the floor,
Mopped her cunt… “Well, no more!
Once or twice, fine… but never again!”
Assuming the position
Looking over her shoulder, she kneeled,
Bare arsed, winking, nothing concealed,
Pink, glistening slit,
Wet as… no need to spit…
As he plunged in… “God! Fuck, yeah!” she squealed.
Bowling
They slipped into the loo surreptitiously..
Somebody eyed them suspiciously…
Pink, winking hole,
She bent over the bowl,
And he fucked her, hard, fast, almost viciously.
Transparency
Though he’d thought she was taking the mickey,
Her sayin’ she fancied a quickie,
She did mean it, but,
Cheeky damn little slut,
An’ her pussy was runny n sticky!
Pretty slick
“Fuck!” she thought… “Just how good does it get?”
They’d just kissed… her young pussy was wet…
In a minute, not more,
There she was, on the floor,
Being fucked in a lather of sweat!
Spontaneity
His response had been quite instantaneous…
No malice forethought, spontaneous…
Seeing her there,
Naked, wet… it seemed fair
He should fuck her… all else just extraneous!
Urgency
“Goodness me!” she thought, hurriedly dressing.
“So quick… and so rough… quite distressing!
Poor chap! Well, god knows…
He was drunk, I suppose,
And his need for a fuck rather pressing!”
Risky, frisky
Naked, scared, she said “What if we’re caught?”
“But we won’t!” came his ready retort.
“Let’s just have a good screw…
What the fuck if we do!”
(Which they might, too, but perish the thought!)
Indecent haste
She was left understandably miffed…
The damn root altogether too swift…
Clothes ripped off, nothing said,
Bloody thrown on the bed…
In fifteen seconds flat she’d been stiffed!