When he fondled her tits she saw red…
She abused him and sobbed as she fled,
Which she mightn’t have done…
Might have thought it quite fun,
If the fool had just asked first instead!
Tag: tits
Epiphany
She thought “Yep, I’m beyond overweight…
Floppy tits, the big belly… not great!
All this fat! To be blunt,
Hard to find my damn cunt!
Little wonder I can’t get a date!”
First date
Push-up bra, panties scraps of white lace,
She’ll at least let him get to first base,
Maybe feel her tits…
Pussy damp, where she sits,
She thinks “Yeah, fuck me too… watch this space!”
Degustation
Her arse cheeks hanging out of her skirt,
Flimsy, clingy excuse for a shirt…
Tasty titbits to munch,
Juicy pussy for lunch,
And her sweet little arse for dessert!
Liquor’s quicker
She leaned close, lovely tits falling out,
Bleary-eyed, she slurred “C’mon, your shout!”
(Nudge, nudge, wink, pregnant pause),
“One more drink, and I’m yours!”
Sex and booze! That’s what life’s all about!
Gathering rosebuds
A complexion like porcelain china,
Firm, perky tits, pretty vagina,
Tight arse, slender thighs,
Cheeky, mischievous eyes…
Her young age a concern… although minor.
The icing on the cake
She was maybe sixteen, he was guessing,
From watching her, shyly undressing…
Nice tits, all the same,
Over which he soon came,
Which she found not unduly distressing.
Getting what’s coming to her
Serves her right, the damn pert little tease!
He thought, pushing it in by degrees.
Bloody jiggling her tits…
Well, bitch, see how this fits!
(Very nicely, a lovely tight squeeze!)
Bloody women!
When her period comes, she gets grumpy,
Her tits swollen, tender and lumpy,
She swears at the kid,
And of course, God forbid,
Ain’t no chance of no damn rumpy-pumpy!
Duty calls
Not your knock-em-dead classical beauty,
But nonetheless, quite a damn cutie!
Nice tits, arse, the lot,
And she’s damn hot to trot!
Well… a man’s got to do his damn duty!