Citric Limerick

There was a horny young man named Breens.
From his cock branch hung two tangerines.
When his fruits were squeezed,
All the ladies were pleased.
Cause when he came, juice filled their tureens.

The girl’s tits were each like a lemon.
It was many a man they did summon.
They lay in her arms
They pay for her charms.
But her gash is what earned the mammon.

She thought my dick tasted like lime.
She wanted to suck all the time.
She liked sweet and sour.
And sucked by the hour.
So when I came, it felt quite sublime.

Her mum’s nipples were each like a kumquat
And she was such a very hot dumb twat.
I slipped into her cunt.
She gave out with a grunt,
As she swallowed me up to my cum-knot.

Each of her mum’s tits was a grapefruit.
Her hole was a cave of ill repute.
I, being a little leery,
Feigned being instead, quite weary.
So she gleefully played my skin flute.