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!
Tag: wet pussy
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!
Snug fit
On her bicycle, snugly astraddle,
So wet! Should she pedal or paddle?
Nobody could miss
Her expression of bliss,
As she slid back and forth on her saddle!