A complexion like porcelain china,
Firm, perky tits, pretty vagina,
Tight arse, slender thighs,
Cheeky, mischievous eyes…
Her young age a concern… although minor.
Tag: tits
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!
Home truth
Love and romance? Just drôle, silly fiction!
Contrary to such dull depiction,
Men fancy big tits,
And a pussy that fits
Slick as silk, and with just enough friction!
Slobber
Well, of course, she’s just thrilled to damn bits…
His big grubby damn paws on her tits,
As he slobbers and gropes…
When he fucks her, she hopes
He at least licks her pussy, or spits.
Angling
In her quest for a suitable mate,
To a certain extent, it’s just fate.
She may hope, she might wish
That she’ll catch the right fish;
Tits and pussy, of course are good bait!
Similes
On the stage, the entrancing young stripper
Enticingly pulled down her zipper…
Arse cheeks like full moons,
Tits like down-filled balloons,
And a cunt like a kid leather slipper!
Defeated
His insistent demands grew so heated,
His groping so often repeated,
His hands up her dress,
On her tits! Her distress
So great…”God! Go on! Fuck me!” she bleated.