With a low-cut top, and jeans that drop
Down onto the floor, she's a whore.
With a dirty laugh, tears your shirt in half.
Has messed up brains, and semen stains.

Her hair's a mess, but quick to undress.
She's on the bed, with no word being said.
Her hand's held out, her red lips pout,
You join her there, only managing to stare.

She pulls your belt, gets her bosoms felt.
With your jeans removed, nearly nude.
Kiss her lips, your pants leave your hips.
It's skin on skin, the passion can begin.

Hands clasping back, she has the knack.
Your fearing quells, as your manhood swells.
Try your hand below, find a pleasant glow.
Legs open wide, helps you move inside.

Rhythmic pounding, and sloppy sounding.
Watching your face, has the perfect pace.
Deep and long, moving fast and strong.
Inner thigh and breast, fingers on a quest.

Her hands explore, you didn't need more.
Passions rise, then with no surprise, you're
Filled with elation, liquid sensation.
The deed is done, having only just begun.

Pay by the minute, explore your limit.
The pleasure's all yours, when you sleep with whores.