Semen soaking her panties like glue,Â
Trickling down her leg into her shoe…
She could smell it… could others?
Kids? Other girls’ mothers…
Yeah, maybe, but would they know who?
Tag: semen
Quite a tonic
She’d got drunk on some very good gin,
Found herself, with some chap, skin to skin,
In a lather of sweat,
Whom she’d only just met,
Semen-splattered from pussy to chin!
Surprise package
That he’d fucked her was no great surprise…
Just the sight of his cock, and its size!
Tears streamed down her cheeks
Leaving mascara streaks,
Semen oozed down her slender young thighs.
Fulfillment
He was not only big, but well skilled…
Came so much, when he came that some spilled…
Almost up to her eyes!
What with that, and his size,
You could say she felt fucking fulfilled!
Tizz
It’s no use getting into a tizz,
She thought, mopping out most of his jizz.
So he’s fucked her… so what?
It’s just slime, pecker-snot!
So chill out, like. It is what it is!
The jokers
In the end the poor girl spat the dummy…
Her face, tits and hair rank and cummy!
These horrible blokes,
And their practical jokes…
Even telling her semen was yummy!
Nice
At the party she’d seemed la-di-da,
But next morning, in T shirt, no bra,
While she scrambled his eggs,
Semen crusting her legs,
She seemed… sort of… just nice! There you are!
Routed
Her resistance, at last, was worn down.
Hobbling home, broken heel, torn gown,
Heaving bosom half bare,
Sticky stuff in her hair…
Which explained the poor girl’s forlorn frown.
All for love
The poor girl, still completely besotted,
Lay naked, his spent semen clotted
On belly, on thighs,
On her chin and her eyes…
“Well,” she thought, “that’s my copybook blotted!”
Rite of passage
She climbs in through the window, heart leaping,
Her parents, she’s praying, still sleeping…
Soft giggle, a grunt,
The sill pressed on her cunt,
From which somebody’s semen is seeping.