She undressed. He adjusted his monocle…
Titties so pert they were conical!
Not much down there,
Just a few wisps of hair…
Little slut! It was sort of ironical.
Tag: slut
My bad
She’d felt guilty, alright, just a tad…
She’d been screwing around, yeah… like mad!
Till that night, at the end,
When she’d fucked his best friend…
Mmm, she thought. Yeah, well, kinda my bad.
Indiscriminate
Not a slut, but a bit unrefined…
You can fuck her in front or behind.
Black, white, whatever size,
Should the question arise,
She’ll most likely be that way inclined.
Hard
So many cute guys… how to choose?
God! Her pussy was starting to ooze…
Hanging out for some dick…
Hard and strong, long and thick…
Not particular very much whose.
Suggestibility
A great beauty, impressively breasted,
She found herself frequently pestered,
By men big and small…
She fucked most, but not all…
It depended on what they suggested.
Miss Tutty
There was a young lady called Tutty,
Good fun, whopping tits, a bit nutty…
A cheerful soul,
Didn’t mind much which hole…
Not a slut, just a little bit slutty.
Little black dress
Her short, backless dress plunged to her butt,
And the neckline, too, daringly cut…
A deep slash down the front,
Almost reaching her cunt…
Nice, she thought… You damn hot little slut!
Sexual generosity
She’s been called a slut… harsh and undue…
Though perhaps not completely untrue…
She might seldom say no,
She did, now and then, though…
And did fucks count if, like, no one knew?
Time and tide
He felt guilty… or some such emotion,
For fucking her… curious notion,
He thought… She’s a slut…
Well… he fucked her, yeah, but…
One more squirt’s just a spit in the ocean!
Identity crisis
She lay pondering, somewhat perplexed…
“Am I just a slut? Just oversexed?”
Like, whatever that meant…
As the guy came and went…
And she wiped off his cum and called “Next!”