The man’s lust was wild, brutish, unfettered…
Poor girl, she’d been groped, mauled, hard petted,
But strangely enough,
Although needlessly rough,
Soon her pussy was thoroughly wetted.
Tag: rough sex
Stockholm syndrome
“I’ve been used by him, tied up, mistreated…
Been rooted rough too, like,” she tweeted.
“And maybe tonight,
If I’m lucky, it might,
If I’m naughty enough, be repeated!”
Worst fears
Her poor cunt had been properly pounded…
Which wasn’t as bad as it sounded…
It hurt, as it would,
But it hurt so damn good…
Her worst fears had been quite unfounded!
Clarity
I’m a bit of a slut, she admits.
Any guy, anywhere that it fits!
Like, I can’t get enough…
I like being fucked rough…
Up the arse too, as long as he spits.
The duffer
She said “Darling, you’re sweet, but a duffer!
Girls like being fucked a bit rougher…
Go on! Squeeze my tit!
My cunt ain’t gonna split!
Spank my arse! Yell out suffer, babe suffer!”
Ribbit
She’d been grabbed and groped, prodded and poked,
Had his cock down her throat till she choked,
Fucked and fisted, of course…
Bruised and battered, and hoarse,
“Well, that just leaves my arsehole!” she croaked.
Shit happens
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.
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.