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Muffet - - - Inspired by DarkEnchantress
Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her tuffet
Bored right out of her mind
Sexually frustrated
She waited and waited
In the hope, that sex, she might find
Little Miss Muffet
Still sat on her tuffet
Started to rub both her tits
Her nipples got hard
She rubbed them with lard
moaning and groaning omits
Little Miss Muffet
Lay back on her tuffet
And started to finger her pussy
She gave it a prod
And shouted “Oh God!”
As her pussy began to get juicy
Little Miss Muffet
Lay down on her tuffet
With a whimper, moan and a pout
Along came a spider
Who sat down beside her
Who smiled then got his cock out
Little Miss Muffet
Spread legs on her tuffet
The spider, he gave her a wink
It clambered on top
He just couldn’t stop
Fucked her brains out so she couldn’t think
In a reversal of sorts
Spider shat in his shorts
As Miss Muffet got up off the bed
She pulled out a knife
And in taking his life
She laughed as she cut of his head
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