She’d had certain misgivings, quite rightly,
But woke up next day bright and sprightly,
Cooked bacon and eggs,
On her rubbery legs;
A tight squeeze, but it’s best to fit tightly!
Tag: tight fit
Balance of power
“Please be gentle, I beg you!” she pleaded.
He grunted, undressed her, proceeded.
He did use some spit,
To assist with the fit,
But used rather more force than was needed.
Two-stroke
As his piston-like penis uncoiled,
In horror, she shrieked and recoiled!
It was a tight fit,
And she struggled a bit,
Both her cylinders, though, were well oiled.
Goldilocks and the bears
Goldilocks had a thing about bears.
While they slept, she’d sneak into their lairs;
If you like the fit tight,
A big bear prick’s just right!
“Kind of weird,” she thought, “but who cares?”
White knuckles
She moaned, clutching the bed-rail tighter,
Flushed scarlet, her knuckles still whiter,
Delirious, fraught.
“Please don’t stop now!” she thought.
“Oh my God! Could the fit have been tighter?”
Pitch perfect
At the sight of his cock she went ashen,
But such was the pitch of her passion,
She figured, “Well, shit”
And, although a tight fit,
She still got it in, after a fashion.