The mad doctor, vile instruments gleaming,
Bent over her, naked and screaming,
Legs pulled open wider,
Things pushed up inside her…
She woke, cumming, wet pussy streaming!
Tag: wet pussy
Coming of age
The poor boy should have heeded Mum’s warning…
Scared out of his wits, the truth dawning…
An innocent kiss,
And it’s come now to this…
Somehow naked, her wet pussy yawning!
Scarlet woman
Not until she was married! Not yet!
She flushed scarlet, broke into a sweat…
Just his hand on her breast…
She’d resist, do her best…
But then… why was her pussy so wet?
Man the bilge pumps!
Straight up, doggy-style, her perched on top,
She’d come, he’d come. Still pounding! Slip, slop!,
Panting, pussy awash,
She gasped “Darling!” (Splish, splosh!)
“Do you think we could maybe just stop?”
Nice package
Bloody hell! Did it it get any better?
Big tits bulging under her sweater,
That camel-toe too!
And her pussy, he knew,
Couldn’t possibly be any wetter!
Tickling her fancy
Giggling drunk, about three-quarters pickled,
Her pussy squelched softly and trickled,
Each step of the way;
Yep, she would have to say,
She’d been proper and good slapped and tickled!
Heat
In the tropics, girls’ pussies are humid,
Men’s cocks dangle heavy and tumid;
Folks fuck day and night,
(Perhaps not, if they’re white),
At least so it’s reliably rumoured!
Hothouse flowers
In the tropics, there’s no damn frigidity;
Men blessed with ready rigidity,
Women can’t wait,
Pussies all in a state
Of hot, fragrant and constant liquidity!
Onomatopoeia
Then he whipped out his penis, flip-flop!
He was hung like a donkey! Clip-clop!
Could she get any wetter?
The sooner the better!
Wham-bam! Up her pussy! Slip-slop!
A time of reflection
In the church, as she kneels and prays
And reflects on her sins, her mind strays,
To the things she did then,
Longs to do once again,
Which her dripping wet pussy betrays!