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the art of cheating
We both leave work with an excuse
We got so horny through his muse.
I just go home leave the door open
Prepare for you my special token.
I get all naked behind the door
A nice surprise which you adore.
A bow is tied around my balls
your hand downwards slowly crawls.
Pull down your skirt to my surprise
You got no panty between those thighs.
I penetrate you there and then
Can’t wait to feel your juicy can.
Its time to open up your shirt
No bra either what a flirt.
You’re my best fuck you’re my best cheat
We got so horny through his muse.
I just go home leave the door open
Prepare for you my special token.
I get all naked behind the door
A nice surprise which you adore.
A bow is tied around my balls
your hand downwards slowly crawls.
Pull down your skirt to my surprise
You got no panty between those thighs.
I penetrate you there and then
Can’t wait to feel your juicy can.
Its time to open up your shirt
No bra either what a flirt.
You’re my best fuck you’re my best cheat
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