“You don’t need any dating damn app,”
She said, rubbing her arse on his lap.
“You got pussy right here!”
He choked on his beer…
Too bad he was just a stopgap.
Tag: rub
Postman’s knock
She rubs, licks it, all shy-like and shivery;
Big and hard, knob sort of livery,
Gives it a suck,
Up and down and … Oh fuck!
Here his cum comes! Splat! Special delivery!
Oral instruction
“Can you not find my damn clit or what?
Lick it! Tickle it! Rub! Spit! The lot!
We’ll get round to your fuck,
Just get down there and suck!
Yes! Oh God! Yes! That’s just hit the spot!”
Decisions, decisions!
A nice cock. So much nicer than some!
Should she suck it, and swallow his cum,
Rub and squeeze with her tits,
Or just see how it fits
In her pussy, or maybe her bum?
Go figure!
She was friendly, with quite a nice figure;
Applied herself to him with vigour.
With each rub and lick
Of his all too keen prick
It grew steadily harder and bigger!
The rake’s progress
With the dissolute ways he’d espoused,
He dressed rakishly, gambled, caroused.
He’d squeeze tits, pat and rub
Wenches’ cunts at the pub;
Codpiece bulging the more, when aroused!
Self discovery
With her fingers, helped out by some spit,
She pokes, rubs up and down in her slit.
“Where’s this clitoris thing?
Wait! What’s that? Pow! Kerrrrrching!
And again! Oh my God! Yes, that’s it!”
Rubbed out
She found out, still a child, in the tub,
That her clitoris felt nice to rub,
Which she did all her life,
Mistress, mother and wife;
Now it’s pretty much worn to a stub.
Rubbity-dub
A nice girl he’d just met at the pub,
In the midst of the rowdy hubbub,
Slyly unzipped his fly,
Looked him straight in the eye,
And quite publicly gave him a rub!
One swallow
She might rub it, and give it a shake,
Might go down on him (icing the cake),
But it still doesn’t follow
That one little swallow,
Though sweet, does a boy’s summer make.