Jack says “Jill! Want some hey-diddle-diddle?”
She grins, and allows him a fiddle…
A grope of her tits…
Then he bends down and spits,
And next thing he’s wham, bam up her middle!
Tag: spit
The biological imperative
She lies back, sighing, parting her legs,
Thoughts upon her unfertilised eggs…
Spits and rubs her dry cunt…
He slides in with a grunt…
“Fuck me baby! Just fuck me!” she begs.
The boost
A good spit, so the drag was reduced,
Pushing off of the bed-head to boost
Length and strength of his thrust…
When he’d worked off his lust,
God! She knew she’d been thoroughly juiced!
Just do it
She’s a bit of a wriggler and squirmer,
He thought, and his penis grew firmer…
“This won’t hurt a bit”,
He said, stooping to spit…
“God! Just do it!” she said, in a murmur.
Indecent haste
Lubrication? A quick spit, or none.
Just a harmless enough bit of fun…
She’s been hoping he might
Take more time, stay the night…
But it’s always more like hit and run.
Salivating
Her young pussy, her tight little slit,
Once warmed up with his finger and spit,
To his pleasant surprise
Soon expanded in size,
To become quite an excellent fit!
Slobber
Well, of course, she’s just thrilled to damn bits…
His big grubby damn paws on her tits,
As he slobbers and gropes…
When he fucks her, she hopes
He at least licks her pussy, or spits.
The power of positive thinking
Like replacing a cork, bit by bit,
Lots of grunting and plenty of spit,
He at last got it in,
Bone to bone, skin to skin,
Though she’d thought her poor pussy would split!
Lickspittle
Oh for God’s sake! she cried. You buffoon!
Suck, don’t blow. You’re not playing bassoon!
Concentrate on my clit.
Much more lick and less spit.
It’s a cunt, not a goddamn spittoon!
Elasticity of demand
“Just push harder!” she murmured, damn sweetly.
“I want that big cock in completely!
You think it won’t fit?
Let me give it more spit,
And I promise it will, very neatly!”