Low cut top, bosom nicely displayed…
The more tit shown, the more she’ll be paid,
Skirt a slim, silken sheath,
Nothing on underneath…
Tits and arse, working girl’s stock in trade
Tag: tits
Pop tart
“You like tits? Whatcha think about these?”
She said, poppin em out… bloody tease!
“Ain’t they great?” she said, gigglin,
Big bouncy boobs jigglin.
“So go on then. Give em a squeeze!”
Shock therapy
Pounded, mauled, tits and cunt bruised and battered,
Dishevelled, distracted, wits scattered,
She lay taking stock…
“Gosh!” she thought. “What a shock!
But he’d fucked her though. That’s all that mattered!
Surprise!
When they grabbed her, she let out a screech.
“God! Those tits!” said one. “Ain’t she a peach?”
“Fuck! You gave me a fright!
There’s, like, three of yers, right?”
She laughed. “Perfect! Like, that’s a hole each!”
Stock in trade
She admires herself as she strips…
Her great tits, nice round arse, sexy lips…
Body just made for love!
Of course, all the above
Assets, weapons, and bargaining chips
Slumming it
“I must say, she does rather surpass
Expectation for one of her class,”
Old Sir Walter admits…
“She has jolly fine tits,
And of course, too, that quite superb arse!”
Predicament
She was locked in a cage of some kind…
Some contraption perversely designed…
Metal clamps on her tits,
Her legs spread in the splits…
My god! What could the man have in mind?”
At the club
How damn long can she take to disrobe?
And for christ-bloody-sake, why the strobe?
Come on! Show us your tits!
To not get the damn shits,
One must needs have the patience of Job!
Smile
She pressed SEND.
“Like my tits? Wanna squeeze?”
He typed back
Pussy 2?
She: Say please!
Ping!
Her pussy, spread wide,
Fingers poked up inside…
He: Sweet cunt. Next time tell it Say Cheese.
Meeting Maid Marian
Two pounds each, he thinks, if they’re an ounce!
By the way her tits wobble and bounce,
As she rides through the wood…
Lucky you, Robin Hood!
Enough perving, get ready to pounce!