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Do you balls hang low
Can your swing them to and fro
Are you married to a Ho
Or does she simply love to go
Do you balls hang low
Can your swing them to and fro
Are you married to a Ho
Or does she simply love to go
Can we swing her over shoulder
Releasing boulders from their holder
Do your balls hang low
Do you balls hang low
Can your swing them to and fro
Are you married to a Ho
Or does she simply love to go
Does she make a lusty clama
When we pound her like a hammer
Do your balls hang low
Do you balls hang low
Can your swing them to and fro
Are you married to a Ho
Or does she simply love to go
Does she make that gorgeous sound
When she's with a real hound
Do your balls hang low
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Facessitting dilight
As i sit on his face,
I feed him,
Quenching his undyiing thirst to taste me,
As i sit on his face,
I feed him,
Smothering him into a pyscolodical state,
When i gaze into his eys i can see he rather not have it on a plate,
As i sit on his face,
I feed him,
Listening to the sounds off gulping, splashing and dashing through my drenched saddle.
The feeling of pleasure is in the passing,
As i sit on his face,
I feed him,
He's blinded by droplets; to be tasted, to enjoy, not endure.
It's in the mutual pleasure that it doesn't become a chore,
As i sit on his face ,
I feed him,
The hunger for the inlets and outlets of the bodies amazing juices live on as he craves it.
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