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Yakuza X
She moves like smoke
Every bit as vicious as this yakuza man
She says "Don't be coy. I know you're trash."
The oil burning low in their lamp
The sake flows with drunken memories
Illustrated with ink on their backs
They hit the dirt floor breathing threats
That thug sucking her breast like a baby
His dick sheathed deeply in her cunt, right at home
And little lotus blossom comes clean
Gnawing his shoulder like a hellcat
While their dragon tats ascend to the skies.
Every bit as vicious as this yakuza man
She says "Don't be coy. I know you're trash."
The oil burning low in their lamp
The sake flows with drunken memories
Illustrated with ink on their backs
They hit the dirt floor breathing threats
That thug sucking her breast like a baby
His dick sheathed deeply in her cunt, right at home
And little lotus blossom comes clean
Gnawing his shoulder like a hellcat
While their dragon tats ascend to the skies.
Published 25th Oct 2014
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