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Addiction
As I sit here laying in the shower
The time keeps passing hour by hour
I've been contemplating my choices throughout this time
Should I pound this woman's cake or should she pound mine
As my mind continues to wander, so does my blood
From one head to another, the blood continues to venture
For now, I know, time for cock and ball torture
I was thinking about a twist but it ended in vain
it always flows back to this source of pleasure and pain
now it's time to depart like a quiet wet fart
and go grab my tools for my woman to use
The time keeps passing hour by hour
I've been contemplating my choices throughout this time
Should I pound this woman's cake or should she pound mine
As my mind continues to wander, so does my blood
From one head to another, the blood continues to venture
For now, I know, time for cock and ball torture
I was thinking about a twist but it ended in vain
it always flows back to this source of pleasure and pain
now it's time to depart like a quiet wet fart
and go grab my tools for my woman to use
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