He was hot… Though they’d only just met…
Like two minutes ago… she was wet!
If he touched her, she’d melt,
Might do something, she felt,
She’d quite possibly later regret!
Tag: wet pussy
Buying votes
Said a militant young suffragette,
“Women cook and keep house and beget:
Should you give us the vote,
We would faithfully dote,
And be constantly willing and wet!”
Out of her crease
Understandably peeved, poor Miss Pickett
Exclaimed “No! That’s simply not cricket!
You can’t have your way,
And then call end of play,
Leaving me with a damp, sticky wicket!”
The unbearable wetness
Cooed a forthright young girl, called Lorette
To a chap whom she’d only just met,
“We’ve not been introduced,
But if I were seduced,
You would find me receptively wet!
Street fare
She wore rags, and was covered in grime,
But her body was something sublime:
Firm young breasts of great size,
And between her smooth thighs
Lay a cunt slick with succulent slime.
Rising damp
Should you slip into some lady’s slot,
You might find it delightfully hot,
But take care when you’re there:
It’s a humid affair,
And things left there too long tend to rot!
Walking the dog
All the wine made poor Emily groggy:
She giggled, her knickers grew soggy.
She went for some air,
And though rather unfair,
She was fucked by some bloke, a-la-doggy.
Damper
When you’re droving, you need a good cook,
One at whom it’s no hardship to look.
The hotter, the damper,
The happier camper,
Exploring each cranny and nook.
Scents and Sensibility
She oozed sex… You could taste it and smell it,
Enticing his sensual palate…
Breath, pussy juice, sweat…
You could tell she was wet…
Catch it, bottle it… God! You could sell it!
Happy camper
Her pussy’s got rapidly damper…
He’s rock hard, and one happy camper…
He’s licking his thumb,
Sticks it into her bum…
No complaints… this with which, too, to tamper!