“Can we give it a break, please?” she pleaded.
She must be worn out, he conceded.
She’d shown lots of pluck…
It had been a long fuck…
And perhaps a bit rougher than needed.
Tag: rough sex
Where she’s coming from
The poor girl, she’d been so long mistreated…
Incest and the rest, much repeated,
The rest of her life,
As a mistress and wife,
If a fuck wasn’t rough, she felt cheated!
Squeak
The damn guy was some sexual freak!
Pussy pounded, but still full of cheek…
“Had enough?” he enquired.
Though mortally tired,
“Fuck, no! Fuck!” she said in a squeak.
Wham! Bam!
“My g-god! My p-pussy!” she stammered,
Bruised, battered, but no less enamoured,
Her arse black and blue,
And her poor damn tits too,
And her pretty cunt heartily hammered!
Enough is not enough
Sweaty, panting, her gob-smacked expression
Suggested she’d had quite a session…
“Enough, please!” she begged.
“I’ll be walking bow-legged!”
“Suck my cock, then,” he said. Small concession!
Overkill
“What the fuck? My damn vodka was spiked!”
She exclaimed. ” I was totally psyched…
Just the booze was enough…
I’d have let him be rough,
Fuck me any damn way that he liked!”
Careful what you wish for
She seduced him, the man of her dreams…
But he’s into rough sex, so it seems…
It’s a sort of a game,
Of course… Still, all the same…
Must he go to such nasty extremes?
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!”
Rough round the edges
She’d said no, but he paid her no heed…
He was rough, though she said “There’s no need”…
When he tore off her dress,
She said “Look, it’s not yes,
But calm down, and by all means, proceed!”
Sore loser
She likes sex, but she might like it more,
If the men didn’t call her a whore…
And, like, make her do stuff
Kinda dirty and rough,
And her arse and her pussy get sore.