She was well-stacked, but rather a dead-head,
Nice tits, and a natural red-head.
He’d have to make do,
His to hurt and make do
Things perverted, tied fast to his bedhead.
Tag: tits
Presentation
When she walked in, she silenced the chatter;
Great arse and great tits, and the latter,
Très décolleté,
Appetisingly lay,
Like two puddings, served up on a platter.
Purpose-built
With great tits and a cunt like a quoit,
At the act of sex, more than adroit,
She was fun to be seen with,
Do something obscene with,
And always a joy to exploit!
The tart
Though she dressed and behaved like a tart,
When she fucked, she fucked straight from the heart,
Which she wore on her sleeve,
And good sex, I believe,
And great tits are a pretty good start!
Heaven on a stick
She came just to his elbows in height,
Tits not big but not small, about right;
She could perch on his prick
Like a doll on a stick
Or a glove on his hand, but more tight!
Sustainability
How much more could her body sustain?
Her teeth rattled, so too did her brain!
Her tits flapped to and fro
With each shuddering blow;
The man fucked like a runaway train!
Distressed
When she laughed, her breasts shook in her shirt;
Her bum bounced underneath her short skirt,
When they danced, her tits pressed
On his thundering chest,
And his cock grew so hard that it hurt!
Scotch courage
She’d had too much to drink, I suspect,
Which had had the desired effect;
She just sipped at her scotch
While I fondled her crotch,
Her tits too, since she didn’t object!
Wearing the pants
He said “That’s it, my pretty young friend;
Squeeze your tits, pout your lips. Good! Now bend;
You can take off your shirt,
But just lift up your skirt,
And present your appropriate end!”
The book's cover
Her loud clothes and her make-up disguise
Saggy tits, a big bum and thick thighs,
But she’s such a good sport,
One forgets, (as one ought),
That she’s not a great root, though she tries.