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Lucky Young Man
She met him with aggression,
Her thirsty tongue was out.
The lady was plain horny,
Of that there was no doubt
He didn’t quite know what to do
As her hand rubbed on his cock.
He knew she wouldn’t be happy
Till she slipped him inside her slot.
Was this the girl he’d dreamed about?
Was he about to score?
She made sure he did that night.
He drilled her to the core.
Her thirsty tongue was out.
The lady was plain horny,
Of that there was no doubt
He didn’t quite know what to do
As her hand rubbed on his cock.
He knew she wouldn’t be happy
Till she slipped him inside her slot.
Was this the girl he’d dreamed about?
Was he about to score?
She made sure he did that night.
He drilled her to the core.
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