Wham! Bam! Straight up her pussy! Boom! Tish!
Seemed like Santa had granted her wish…
Dress hiked up, panties torn,
On her parents’ front lawn
Being rooted by some dude! Squish! Squish!
Tag: rooted
Offal
“It ain’t what I expected,” she gripes.
“I don’t mind being rooted, but cripes!
It just doesn’t seem fair,
That you’ve stuck it in there,
Where the sun never shines, in me tripes!”
Suggestibility
She was game enough, (fucking excluded),
But, once drunk, was swiftly denuded,
And rooted, what’s more,
Hot to trot, once she saw,
When he dropped his pants, what then protruded!
Perversity
She’d been wondering which would be worse…
When he rooted her, boy, did she curse!
Being ravished by force,
Bad enough, quite, of course,
Not her pussy though… quite the reverse!
Free enterprise
To have rooted her would have been nice.
Fucking awesome, to be more precise!
And he could have, perhaps,
As had plenty of chaps.
It was mostly a matter of price.
In loco parentis
Buxom, pretty, but non compos mentis,
She worked as a baker’s apprentice.
Poor girl, driven mad,
Being rooted by Dad,
Then her master, in loco parentis.
Over it
When she rooted these days, she perspired.
She’d come, but it just made her tired.
She’d lost her allure,
Her clients were fewer…
About time, she thought, to retire!
Tempting fate
He’d have rooted her, had she been older…
The little tart couldn’t be bolder!
Just standing there, nude,
Begging, like, to be screwed!
Would it hurt, though, maybe, just to hold her?
Life in the fast lane
“Being popular takes its damn toll,
Being rooted in this and that hole,
By pricks long, short, thick, thin!”
She exclaimed with a grin.
“But it beats being bored,” she said. “LOL!”
Life’s a bitch
After five or six beers, she’s groggy…
And randy! Her knickers are soggy!
Next thing she knows, she’s
On her hands and her knees,
Being rooted by somebody, doggy!