One-Night Stand-zas

My puckered hole is waiting and will not refuse your kiss
But will reject an object as intrusive as your fist.
May I suggest you spank me first and gently lick me there?
My sphincter will flex for you while I gladly take the dare.

Remove the tube from my nightstand, lubing well my dark-pink hole,
And use the rest of the clear goo to slosh along your pole.
Your entry makes me wince in pain ’til endorphins bring relief,
Making me cry like rutting cats or as if wailing with grief.

Dripping from my viscous pussy and down my hairy crack,
My juice blends with the sweat beaded on your shaft and nutty sac.
Your pulsating cockhead retracts a bit, then starts to prod and thrust,
This time inside my channel, which throbs intensely from our lust.

I scream and my knees buckle underneath your writhing form.
You pelt my back with diagonal pecks like raindrops in a storm.
Our geysers splash together in a symphony of cum,
A coda to a rendezvous that leaves our privates numb.