In the heat of the day, as she naps,
Skirt scrunched up, it exposes the flaps
Of her pussy, poor girl,
(The moist flesh, the soft curl),
To a man passing by, say, perhaps!
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In the heat of the day, as she naps,
Skirt scrunched up, it exposes the flaps
Of her pussy, poor girl,
(The moist flesh, the soft curl),
To a man passing by, say, perhaps!