She’d gone out dressed decidedly daringly…
“Why me?” she wonders despairingly.
Wrong time, wrong place…
Cum all over her face,
As he’s rooting her, roughly, uncaringly.
Tag: rough sex
Misused
“I ain’t sayin’ I ain’t gonna miss yous,”
She said to them, “Just, I have issues.
You both fuck me rough,
And get jealous and stuff,
And I’m over it! Pass me the tissues!”
Animal magnetism
Of finesse he was simply devoid.
She perhaps should have been more annoyed.
Just wham! Bam! The big brute!
A rough, animal root,
She’d surprisingly, though, quite enjoyed!
Worked over
First a head job (well, throat fuck), then, finally,
Over an armchair, vaginally.
All fair enough…
But then once again, rough,
Up the arse, which annoyed her, though minorly.
Bottom shelf
He’s a good pimp, a bit of a ponce,
But don’t care what it is a man wants.
Whips and chains, all that stuff,
He’s got girls like it rough,
Mind, of course, johns won’t get much response.
Odds and ends
Not to be, well, a bit pessimistic,
She knew he was rather sadistic;
She did like it rough,
But it seemed fair enough
Not to want to end up a statistic.
Coalition of the willing
At the bar he picked up a young redhead,
Nice tits, (but a bit of a dead-head),
And willing enough;
Didn’t mind he got rough,
Being spanked or hand-cuffed to the bed-head.
Making a virtue of necessity
He was rough, and a bit of a lech.
He just stripped her and fucked her, poor wretch!
Foreplay? None of the sort!
“Lucky, ain’t it,” she thought.
“Pussies self-lubricate, and they stretch!”
Non-gender-specific
She’s petite, cupcake-breasted and slender,
Likes rough sex, or kinky or tender;
No fuss what goes where,
Doesn’t worry or care
Who comes how, irrespective of gender.
The beast within
Notwithstanding the girl’s brisk rebuff,
He gave in to an urge to be rough;
He tore off her nice dress;
She would later confess,
Though she’d cried, she could not get enough!