O how fortune sings its delicate tune
And the winds blow shit in my face
Curse'd I have been with a heart of fyre
And a lack of means by which to convey my passion
Often in an ocean so blue and deep
There is black at the bottom
My phallus sings "je suis seul"
In a deep well
Come back to me my love
For we have unfinished business
Namely, me cramming my cock
into your ass once more
Ich mag wirklich gigantische Fleischschleuderer, besonders wenn im Park nach der Sonne eingestellt hat.
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