As she strokes him it lengthens and firms.
As he prods at her pussy, she squirms.
As he nibbles her tits,
She says, “See how it fits…”
It would seem that they’re coming to terms.
Tag: stroke
No hard feelings
Though not hot, he was quite a nice bloke,
So she kissed him and gave it a stroke.
He got hard…what the hell!
So she shagged him as well,
Though both knew it was just for a joke.
Impure thoughts
As the young parson spoke, her thoughts drifted,
Their eyes met, she blushed, the scene shifted;
The dark parish hall,
She against the cold wall,
With each stroke she was moved and uplifted!
Catholic guilt
Between pangs of regret, and of guilt
On each stroke he plunged in to the hilt.
It was wrong, but felt right,
And so warm and so tight,
As he flooded her womb with his milt.
Dilemma
They’d got drunk, and she gave him a stroke:
So he thought “Well, why not go for broke?”
But she went and passed out,
Which then rather cast doubt
On his chances, and what if she woke?
Different strokes
Censorship is all mirrors and smoke,
Censors men wearing decency’s cloak,
Who watch porn all day long,
Call it evil and wrong,
But meanwhile, can’t resist a nice stroke.