Her soft tits, her lips, so real-seeming!
Oh shit! Not again! Only dreaming.
He sobbed, as he lay,
His mind stuck on REPLAY,
And his hard little penis live-streaming!
Tag: tits
Summer of love
She was fifteen. Her name was… what? Julie?
Age, names didn’t bug us unduly.
Free love, lots of weed…
Well, what more did we need?
She had nice tits. She smelled of patchouli.
Outstanding
She was quite justifiably proud
Of the tits with which she’d been endowed;
With a cleavage like that
And nice shoes, the right hat,
Well, a woman stood out in the crowd!
In the moment
Ain’t no substitute, right, for the feeling;
A girl, her tits dangling, she’s kneeling,
Her cunt chock-a-block
On the end of your cock,
Hot and sweaty and bucking and squealing!
Flasher
Rather cheeky perhaps, a bit rash,
She’d have said no, except for the cash,
“Get your tits out and smile,”
He said. “Yeah, That’s the style!
Spread your legs a bit more, baby… FLASH!”
God’s gifts
She killed time at her various schools,
Till she worked out most men are damn fools,
Then she lived by her wits,
With her god-given tits
And her pussy as bargaining tools.
Assignation
Having looked from in front and behind,
Which best fit, as to gender assigned?
He or she has big tits,
A nice cunt, he admits,
But a cock too? It boggles his mind!
The prankster
He was such a bad boy, when he drank,
Altogether too rude, to be frank!
Silly giggling fits,
Patting, squeezing her tits,
And her pussy, such juvenile pranks!
The romantic arts
Her damn love life was all fits and starts!
She’d allowed men to touch bits and parts,
Touched that part of them too!
Well, what more could she do?
Men cared more about girls’ tits than hearts!
Malice aforethought
A tit perv? Just a casual gawker?
Perhaps just an innocent walker.
She does, though, suspect
That his cock was erect.
He might well be a rapist, a stalker!