A Week of Naughtiness

What is this thing for the breasts?
We women have two on each chest;
And you men have moobs,
That are less fun than boobs,
And that's about it, more or less.

It is quite the reward,
When I study hard,
To find those in charge,
Have pleasure writ large,
And are intent of my feast,
Of each plump daddy beast

I try not to bite 
Your stick of delight, 
But you may ignite 
A stream of quiet spite, 
Though I'm happy to lick 
Your big, gloopy prick, 
When it is so slick 
With sperm flavours I'd pick
 And will never knock 
Even if I can shock 
Your conceit when I'm not 
Simply craving your cock

Once upon a tongue 
A guy thought he'd have fun, 
But he didn't get relief 
When she bit him with her teeth

I seem to be, 
So frequently, 
Over his knee 
For he, jealously, 
Spanks profoundly
He minds my panties 
Then does what he fancies 
Without a pause 
Once my knicks are floored 

It appears I am bound to obey 
When you insist that I play 
The restaurant strip, 
As you require it, 
And determine to have your own way.