Better at Head

While sat on my bed,
A man once said,
You’re better at giving head than singing,
So come here please,
Get on your knees,
And suck on this instead.

While I was down there,
Pushed his legs in the air
Surprised him with a cheeky rimming,
I left his rear,
When it was clear,
That he was getting near.

Though he was done,
He still wanted fun,
So he spanked my bum,
Made it red and stinging
As he sank right in
He made me sing
The best singing
I’ve ever singed
When he had me whimpering
On that bed.

Pound for Pound

When I need a proper pounding, it has to be you
No other man has pounded me as good as you do,
I’ve tried quite a few.
They give it all they’ve got back there,
But they don’t get near
To what you put my bum through.

There aren’t a lot of places that I’d rather be,
Than wherever we’re at when you are pounding me,
Bushes, bin sheds, random monasteries.
When push comes to shove,
There’s no greater love,
Than the love I feel for you,
When you make me push on through,
The feeling that I urgently,
Need to pee,
Desperately,
When you’re pounding me.