That her virtue be taken so cheaply,
His prick rampant, rising so steeply,
With one savage thrust,
In a wild fit of lust!
Betrayed trust! It affected her deeply.
Tag: thrust
The evening of the day
Though a bit geriatric, Mick Jagger
Still puts on the hip-thrust and swagger,
Attempting to show
That, just as long ago,
He’s a randy, inveterate shagger.
Testing the water
She decided it came down to trust,
She, like him, bursting, brim-full with lust;
They’d entirely strip,
He’d put in just the tip,
Part her lips, rub and slip, but not thrust!
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!
Knee-deep
Though his cock dangled down to his knees,
He got most of it in , by degrees,
Then with one mighty thrust,
All the rest, only just,
A breath-taking, eye-watering squeeze!
Fireglow
They were fucking in front of the fire;
The warmth made them flush and perspire.
Their bellies were wet,
Slick with each other’s sweat:
With each thrust, he slapped into her higher.