Taking you in Limerick

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I really don't care where we are,
Be it inside my truck or your car,
     The next time I see you,
    I'm going to undress you
And fuck you with the doors all ajar.

I'll take off my shorts, fold them neat,
And sit naked upon the back seat.
       You'll straddle my lap,
       Slip me into your gap
And tell me I'm in for a treat.

You’ll shiver as I lift up your dress
You’ll quiver as your sides I caress
I will feel your heart beat
As my cock pleasures each pleat
I’ll be in heaven, I have to confess.
 
Your pink parts tingle as I reach up behind you
You’ll hope I will give you a good screw.
Next, your bra I’ll unclasp,
You’ll feel your breasts in my grasp
And delight as I prod and poke inside you.

You'll bounce up and down for a while,
Wearing nothing but a satisfied smile.
      The hard cock that you'll feel
      Will be making you squeal
As you writhe on my lap, quite agile.

All that motion will soon make me squirm
And my cock incredibly firm.
       You had better be careful
       Or you'll get a cunt full
Of my cream that you'll have helped churn.

As I plough you, you’ll get very wet
And for this I will be in your debt,
       For if you were still dry
       I would probably cry,
As my cock was ground down by you, pet.

I’ll tenderly attend to each breast,
Lick each nipple at your behest.
       I’ll respond to your pleading
       by deepening my kneading
As I purposefully ream you with zest.

I will feel, with the head of my prick,
Your G-spot, a firm pad, somewhat thick.
        While I scrub up this surface
        I’ll see a look adorn your face
And feel my balls suddenly become slick.


I’ll be enjoying your moans and your sighs
As your ass settles onto my thighs
        Though your cunt I still rake
        Your legs need a break
And you’ll look at me through your glazed eyes.

Your main aisle will be well stocked with juice
Which will leak out to lube your caboose.
       I think I could fit in
       But it wouldn’t be the same feelin'
As you’ll say it will not be as loose.

My cock thrusting up your main aisle,
Will provoke my own lustful smile.
      As my balls start to boil,
      Coated with your sweet oil,
I want your pussy as mine alone to defile.

While I know this can never be true,
I will relish this very good screw.
       For your sweet bottom’s devine,
       Your juice like fine wine,
And your breasts are perfect to me, too.
       
Once exhausted from bouncing on me
Off my cock you will fly with such glee
       And lay on your back
       Exposing your crack
And implore me to again bore your pussy

The sensations are certainly thrilling
When, upon you, I continue my drilling.
       And it would not be long
       Before my sensitive prong
Watered the garden it has been tilling.

I want to witness your orgasm
While I’m still deep within your chasm.
       To peer into your soul
       While I’m plugging your hole
Would cause my stiff prick to spasm.

You’ll then feel the jerks of my groin
And my testes tense while we’re co-joined.
       My cock will erupt
       Your twat I corrupt
Your virginity I will purloin.

Oh, surely, you are heaven sent.
I’m exhausted, truly well spent.
       Now I lay here beside you
       My cock retreating from you.
I tell you, I am quite content.

You will probably be my undoing,
‘Cause I’m addicted to the two of us screwing.
       Have you, I must
       Since I’m so filled with lust.
Fucking is what we were meant to be doing.

You may think that this limerick ends here.
But you are wrong, my very young dear.
       For you promised me a treat.
       Perhaps something magical to eat.
So now watch as I make my tongue disappear.

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