Fair enough to have been a bit stroppy,
She thought, with her cunt wet and sloppy…
She’s ready to go,
And then, wouldn’t you know,
His damn cock’s gone and gotten damn floppy!
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Suspense
Hung by pulleys and ropes on his hoist,
Upside down… second thoughts, though, unvoiced…
Quite surprising to find
That she didn’t much mind,
And her pussy surprisingly moist!
Disrespect
Disrespectful, she thought, the forced stripping,
The being tied up and the whipping…
An outrage, indeed!
And just where might this lead?
So then why was her damn pussy dripping?
Transparency
Though he’d thought she was taking the mickey,
Her sayin’ she fancied a quickie,
She did mean it, but,
Cheeky damn little slut,
An’ her pussy was runny n sticky!
Pretty slick
“Fuck!” she thought… “Just how good does it get?”
They’d just kissed… her young pussy was wet…
In a minute, not more,
There she was, on the floor,
Being fucked in a lather of sweat!
Path of least resistance
When resistance is vain, what’s the use?
When her pussy’s awash with its juice…
She thinks “God, I’m a whore”,
But resists a bit more,
Not to seem to be morally loose.
Proportionality
She’d established her pussy’s liquidity
Varied with size and solidity,
Not of the jock
As a whole, just his cock,
And how hard she was humped, and rapidity.
Self-betrayed
Naked, tied to the bed, her legs splayed,
She began to be rather afraid
She’d be raped now… and yet…
Her damn pussy was wet,
At which thought she was further dismayed!
Family business
That their families fought a vendetta
Just made her hot pussy get wetter.
She fucked him, poor guy,
And then, stifling a sigh,
Shot him dead with her little Beretta!
The commute
“I’d slept in… late for work… I was rushing…
No panties… no time!” she said, blushing.
“God! How to explain?
This cute guy on the train…
I got so hot, my pussy was gushing!”