She was young and naive, a bit flustered,
But still, he’d have said, keen as mustard!
She sucked like a pro…
When he came on her, though,
Was she angry, or only disgusted?
Tag: young
Young love
They were still in their teens when it started,
Just kids, sailing waters uncharted.
First kiss, roving hands,
And now this! There he stands,
And she, naked, moist labia parted!
In the heat of the moment
Well, you know… it can be hard to gauge,
In the heat of the moment… the age
Of a girl. (Too damn young?
God! She’s good with her tongue!)
Though you could, perhaps, ask, at some stage.
Temporary insanity
To have fucked her, of course, was insanity!
Still, it had tickled his vanity.
So young and hot!
Well, how could a man not?
Just the way of the world, and humanity!
Low-hanging fruit
She was succulent! Juicy and ripe!
A bit young, if you heed all that hype
About dirty old men.
She’d have sex soon, but when?
What a pity he wasn’t that type!
Call me Daddy
The young whore, in fact just an apprentice,
Laughed drunkenly, non compus mentis.
He squeezed her soft bum,
Mumbling “Don’t tell your Mum”,
While he screwed her, in loco parentis.
Slight imperfection
Young and innocent, highly respectable,
Totally bloody delectable!
Taken to bed,
“Now I’m ruined!” she said,
Though the damage was barely detectable.
A certain inevitability
Young and innocent, though well developed,
She panted, she sighed, her heart galloped.
Her clothes fell away;
She would soon, come what may,
Be undone, his cock sweetly enveloped!
The rhythm of life
Young and innocent, blindly enamoured,
“I l… l… l… love you!” she stammered,
Her tits flapping round,
Her words drowned by the sound
Of her pussy (Thump! Slap!) being hammered!
Festina lente
Once they’d kissed, she was quickly denuded.
So long! All those years deluded!
Hands, fingers, his tongue,
But so hasty, the young!
The whole thing all too swiftly concluded!