“Fuck!” she thought… “Just how good does it get?”
They’d just kissed… her young pussy was wet…
In a minute, not more,
There she was, on the floor,
Being fucked in a lather of sweat!
Tag: sweat
Bon vivant
Panting, dripping with sweat, her breasts heave.
God! Such stamina! Hard to believe!
She’s exhausted strong men;
Pausing, now and again,
For more bubbly. Such damn joie de vivre!
Juice
Her dress clinging, sweat-soaked in the heat,
As she sways and gyrates to the beat,
Sultry queen of the tango,
Cunt sweet as a mango,
To fuck, or just smell, or to eat!
Good, wholesome fun
This way, that way, for over an hour,
Her sweat mixed with butter and flour,
And oil, and eggs,
Semen too, down her legs.
Should they eat now, or after a shower?
Whiffy
Just sixteen, her libido emergent;
Desires distressing and urgent,
Cunt constantly wet,
Pungent, muskier sweat.
Memo: Buy stronger laundry detergent.
Humidy and tumidity
He watched, hidden; a perfumed mist swathed
Him and her both, like sweat, as she bathed.
He did things, in his mind,
Of the nastiest kind.
She emerged, nonetheless, quite unscathed!
A matter of taste
She’d been horny enough, keen as mustard!
A guy after whom she had lusted
Had seemed worth a go,
But the sweat and smells, though,
And the taste of him left her disgusted.
Viking lads
When young vikings would gather, they met
To bump heads, and to blather, and get
Drunk on ale or mead,
Bed a wench, splash their seed
‘Twixt her loins, in a lather of sweat!
Excelsior
He loved watching her shake and perspire;
The posture was making her tire.
With each stroke, he swore,
He drove in a bit more;
With each thrust, he was taking her higher!
Come together…over me
Clad in just her sweat, latex or leather,
It wasn’t a question of whether
She’d come, or with whom,
Or with what in her womb,
But of timing, to both come together!