Fatso

 MY homies want to hear a tale.
 So I'll give em one, bout a gal named Gail.  

She was only a five, on the beauty scale.
 Eleven and more when it came to tail.

Two twenty two, at five foot six,
 a fifty D bra to hold her tits.

Squeezed up close to make to make good tight fits.
 When cock came through, she'd give it licks.

She'd writhe and moan on the bed,
 when anybody gave her head.

You could lose yourself, in that muff of red,
 cause her snatch tasted like, cinnamon bread.

Once she came, boy oh boy,
 you'd become her new boy toy.

She'd let you do what you enjoy.
 Jump on board, mate ahoy.

First fuck her cunt hard and fast,
 then pull out and invade her ass.

Do her till you just can't last.
 Then into her mouth, so you can blast.

Then she would grin and lick her lips,
 as the rest fell from her chin, in drips.

Then she'd dance and sway her hips,
 while into her hole, her finger slips.

She'd put on a show , like a sleazy whore,
 crawling around , like a cat on the floor.

Making you horny and ready for more,
 you'd go at it again, till your cock was to sore.

Then in the morning, as you're ready to leave,
 she'd do something you just can't believe.

With a firm, yet gentle, tug on your sleeve,
 she'd KISS you, and THANK you, for making her EVE!