There he stood, with his trousers half-mast;
She stared, goggle-eyed, gob-smacked, aghast!
His cock, big as her arm!
(It could do a girl harm!)
And all hers! No-one else’s! At last!
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There he stood, with his trousers half-mast;
She stared, goggle-eyed, gob-smacked, aghast!
His cock, big as her arm!
(It could do a girl harm!)
And all hers! No-one else’s! At last!