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The Cocksman....sequel to Alien Ass Pirate
The Alien Ass Pirate
He has a brother
His name is the Cocksman
He's like no other
Over the mountains
And through the hills
He rides his green steed
Of iron and steel
He flies through the night
Wind up his kilt
He's locked and loaded
Cock at full tilt
This Beast from the East
Is looking to feast
Upon your pussy
With tongue and teeth
His nose in the air
To left to the right
He's on the hunt
For sweet honeyed c**t
He's caught your scent
And with a wild war cry
He wields his saber
With one weeping eye
A cocksmith
A locksmith
On his lap you will sit
Fingers and thumb
Working your clit
Arms held down
Legs pushed apart
Hold still girl
This is only the start
Toes curl
Nipples harden
His throbbing saber
Enters your garden
Heads thrown back
Thighs do shake
Building within
A thunderous quake
Together you quiver
Together you spasm
Your bodies screaming
With demonic orgasm
Bruised and tattered
Your pussy battered
He's plowed and seeded
A rest is needed
But oh no little one
The Cocksman not done
With a glint in his eye
Your mouth he's does spy
He stands before you
Glistening and gleaming
His cock is swollen
Ready and steaming
Parting your lips
To the back he slips
In and out, shifting into high gear
Faster now, he is very near
With one final thrust
A rub and a stroke
He cums in your mouth
making you choke
With an evil and wicked grin
He leaves you with his sin...
Dripping down your pretty little chin...
I am the Cocksman
He proudly hails
Now off to the kitchen
And fetch me me some ale
He has a brother
His name is the Cocksman
He's like no other
Over the mountains
And through the hills
He rides his green steed
Of iron and steel
He flies through the night
Wind up his kilt
He's locked and loaded
Cock at full tilt
This Beast from the East
Is looking to feast
Upon your pussy
With tongue and teeth
His nose in the air
To left to the right
He's on the hunt
For sweet honeyed c**t
He's caught your scent
And with a wild war cry
He wields his saber
With one weeping eye
A cocksmith
A locksmith
On his lap you will sit
Fingers and thumb
Working your clit
Arms held down
Legs pushed apart
Hold still girl
This is only the start
Toes curl
Nipples harden
His throbbing saber
Enters your garden
Heads thrown back
Thighs do shake
Building within
A thunderous quake
Together you quiver
Together you spasm
Your bodies screaming
With demonic orgasm
Bruised and tattered
Your pussy battered
He's plowed and seeded
A rest is needed
But oh no little one
The Cocksman not done
With a glint in his eye
Your mouth he's does spy
He stands before you
Glistening and gleaming
His cock is swollen
Ready and steaming
Parting your lips
To the back he slips
In and out, shifting into high gear
Faster now, he is very near
With one final thrust
A rub and a stroke
He cums in your mouth
making you choke
With an evil and wicked grin
He leaves you with his sin...
Dripping down your pretty little chin...
I am the Cocksman
He proudly hails
Now off to the kitchen
And fetch me me some ale
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