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.
Tag: wet pussy
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!
Cramping her style
Gosh, she thought, I’m a bit of a tramp!
My damn pussy’s quite constantly damp…
I’ve fucked men by the score…
And I would have fucked more,
If my arse hadn’t got a damn cramp!
Better than chicken
As they make out his cock starts to thicken,
Her pussy to warm up and slicken…
His hand slides down there,
Parts her lush pussy hair,
And dips into her cunt… finger-lickin’!
Amuse bouche
“Appetiser?” he cynically joked,
Stuck his cock down her throat till she choked…
Well, it wasn’t much fun…
Just a kiss would have done….
Although strangely her panties were soaked!
Stag
A great party! He’s glad he came stag.
All these hot girls! Fuck! Who’d be a fag?
Cheeky smiles, lovely tits…
Bet they’ve all got wet slits…
Yep, he thinks, a nice shag’s in the bag!
Hard
So many cute guys… how to choose?
God! Her pussy was starting to ooze…
Hanging out for some dick…
Hard and strong, long and thick…
Not particular very much whose.
Hypothetical
Parted thighs she’d been careless in closing,
Wet pussy, at which he was nosing…
His cock was quite small…
But she’d not mind at all,
If he wanted a fuck… just supposing.