“What’s yer hurry?” she breathlessly chides,
“Yer big cock’s stirrin’ up me insides…
What the fuck? Sorry… heck?
Gunna come out me neck!
An’ it’s up the wrong hole, too, besides!”
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“What’s yer hurry?” she breathlessly chides,
“Yer big cock’s stirrin’ up me insides…
What the fuck? Sorry… heck?
Gunna come out me neck!
An’ it’s up the wrong hole, too, besides!”