As she works on her all-over tan,
She thinks God! Gotta get me a man!
Hit the bars, strut my stuff…
Cop a root… a bit rough…
Maybe up the arse… Sounds like a plan.
Tag: rough fuck
Red rag
He’d been rough… fucking rough, no dispute…
Was it rape? Well, the question was moot…
It was more of a dare…
She’d said “See if I care…
Do your worst, you big, dumb, fucking brute!”
Dirty business
In a lane, at the back of the pub,
When he’d kissed her, she gave him a rub,
Then he’d hitched up her skirt,
Plunged it in… God, it hurt!
Cunt rubbed raw, she continued to scrub.
Rough edges
Well, she said, a rough fuck may impinge
On one’s rights, but it does rather hinge
On one’s wants and one’s needs…
To be fucked till it bleeds,
Or just hurt, maybe just a wee twinge.
Different strokes
She’s been tied up, been fucked rough and caned…
She came hard, though. Distinctly unfeigned!
Well, it does take all types.
But the welts and the stripes?
Some things can’t be so simply explained!