Christmas #1
 

CHRISTMAS #1

MADD my corrupt fate had me up late on Christmas Eve
In a blue dress with true breasts, guess a guy duty is to believe
I can supply booty to him, so I’m a fly beauty they try retrieve
Like dogs do bones they wanna screw me at home when mom’s gone
My red lips accommodate kiss hips create twists soft like foam
So hot down there juice around everywhere panties wet and strong
Candies get sewn in stitches hormone itches they’re homegrown
Sex slop thrill like a hot grill have a pot filled with goods
So men have a deft spree like KFC they be fingering and could
Be licking the chicken at the same time sex tame a mind
Oh brother I know mother will be surprised when she find
Me waiting for Santa “girl what up? “Go to bed” oh no I dread
This, “Mother I wanna see Santa” oh no dear not in a mini-skirt red
You’ll put plenty dirt in his head just go to bed I said” “mom you misled”
“oh girl you just nineteen juicy coo-chee have grown fat and brown
But you’re not ready and hot enough for a Christmas sweaty cock going down
Deep in your juicy bold coo-chee hole Santa will go crazy in your gravy girl”
“But mother can he lift my dress get a wet gift to impress him? I’ll bravely hurl
Coo-chee back to him but dear what you know about men? “I know a lot
I know they get on top and drop cock inside and ride MADD the talk was hot
With mother

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