She's On The Hunt

She's on the hunt, she needs a man.
She craves the touch of a strong hand.
Her tiny fingers just won't do,
She needs a cock, hard and true.

Her body aches, her pussy begs,
For a thrusting, pounding, rough edge.
She's in a bar, seeking her prey,
A man to take her fears away.

He buys her a drink, she wants him bad,
His age doesn't matter, she's feeling mad.
She whispers 'meet me in the car',
Her panties soaked, her desires far.

He enters the car, his cock raging hard,
She sits astride, her body unmarred.
She begs for his cum, inside her cunt,
He plunges deep, in a primal hunt.

Thrusting furiously, she cries with need,
Her orgasms wild, her moans, a creed.
He doesn't last long, pumping her full,
His cum, her prize, her body a tool.

She cums hard, feeling stretched and tight,
His cock the key, unlocking her delight.
'Squirt, squirt, squirt' his cum explodes,
Her orgasm, like lightning, explodes.

All she needed was this fuck,
Her body alive, her mind unstuck.
Until next time, she kisses him goodbye,
On her journey, her needs satisfied.