He was well-endowed, true, the young blighter,
Which made it, though, still, none the righter;
“I could be his mum!”
She thought, squeezing his bum,
To get all of him in, all the tighter!
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He was well-endowed, true, the young blighter,
Which made it, though, still, none the righter;
“I could be his mum!”
She thought, squeezing his bum,
To get all of him in, all the tighter!