A deceptive young lady called Kelso
Loves sex, though one can’t really tell so.
She likes her men tough,
And the love-making rough…
She just wishes their sweat didn’t smell so!
Tag: rough sex
Heavens to Betsy
Betsy Jones is no sexual sluggard,
Prefers sex, in fact, when it’s rugged.
She likes being eaten,
And tied up and beaten
And doesn’t mind much being buggered.
Expiration date
“Gosh!” she thought “Things are looking quite dire…
This rate, I might bloody expire!”
Sweat drenched, out of breath…
“Can you be fucked to death?”
As he slammed it in, harder and higher!”
Pop!
When he fucked her, she let out a squawk…
Hymen busted… a pop like a cork…
Like a battering ram
In her pussy… goddam!
She’d be lucky if she could still walk!
Fun and games
Small and skinny, but boy, what a fighter!
A kicker and screamer, a biter!
And calling him names…
It’s just one of their games…
But her pussy, clenched, couldn’t be tighter!
Tough love
He chomps down on her tit, has a suckle,
Rubs hard on her clit with his knuckle…
Fist punching her womb…
And she’s cumming…Tish! Boom!
“At your service,” he says, with a chuckle.
Nervous titter
“Look, I ain’t gettin twisted and bitter,”
She said, with a weak little titter.
“I like a good root…
Even rough, yeah, but shoot!
I ain’t never been fucked up me shitter!”
All in
Though traumatic, both cunt-wise and mentally,
Fucking him, not at all gently,
Huge as it was,
She got off still, because
He did get it all in, incrementally!
Sock it to me
Naked, face down, defeated, bestraddled,
Sweat-drenched, cumming madly, wits addled,
Cunt crammed full of cock,
Like a foot in a sock,
Meanwhile having her pretty arse paddled!
Coming up for air
His big dick down her throat, starved for air,
Being skull-fucked, his hands in her hair…
Just some holes, just warm meat…
“Did you like that, my sweet?”
“Yes,” she lied. “Just… you gave me a scare.”