Breathless, flushed, overcome by the hots,
She discards her dress… naked… she squats…
Her mouth slides down his cock…
Utter bliss, joyful shock…
Till he cums down her throat… lots and lots!
Tag: slut
Groundhog
She enticed men to use her… just meat…
For the pleasure, the pain… both so sweet…
Raped, abused, beaten… worse…
Just her fate, self-made curse…
Eat, sleep, fuck… days on endless repeat.
Mad, bad and dangerous to know
She’s a slut… it’s her own kind of madness…
Perversions, all manner of badness…
Abused, used in ways
To disgust or amaze…
In her mind, joy and shame mixed with sadness.
Something about her
Whether naked in front of him, kneeling,
Or arse up, tits bouncing, and squealing,
Arms pulled back, like reins,
As he fucks out her brains,
Though a slut, just a tart, she’s appealing!
Green light
Her holes gaping, a lewd, lovely sight,
Grinning, splaying her thighs… the green light…
First a dip down her throat…
Chances rather remote
That her cunt or her arse will be tight!
Well primed
“Fuck my arse off!” the cheeky tart goaded…
He pounded her till he unloaded…
Great gushers of cum…
A good cupful, then some…
Bloody felt like his balls had exploded!
Wicked
A damn slut… maybe worse… fuckin’ wicked…
Foul mouth, them big tits, and loose-knickered…
She smooched this young kid…
“Wanna fuck?” Which he did.
“Fuck my arse if you like, too,” she snickered.
Just a phase
She’s sixteen, in a difficult phase,
Dresses slutty, smokes dope, spends her days
Fucking boys she calls friends…
They might be… it depends…
Friends are friends, sometimes, curious ways.
Ins and outs
“I’m no slut,” she said, pursing a pout,
“Though I ain’t one for goin’ wiffout…”
She stomped off in a huff,
And he thought “Fair enough,
Now I know the damn prick-tease puts out.”
A girl’s fortune
Just sixteen, and her father a cop…
Fucking men, fifty dollars a pop…
“A slut, that’s what I am”,
She said… “Money for jam!
So I spread my legs, opened up shop!”