SOMETHING FOR THE LADIES FOR REAL HA! HA!

BAGGLAD one time me and this boy was in the bed wrestling
Juicy as hell Breasts hanging bed at best clanging had on a brown gown in dressing
I was winning in the beginning I was pinning him he roll me over
I couldn’t pull down my gown my legs flew open my stew smoking smolder
He fell on top and stuck cock in my hot spot couldn’t go anywhere it
Was so deep and sweet oh BAGGLAD he just went crazy in my gravy bits
Calling me baby boo and lady poo he jest went crazy didn’t know what
To say Nothing cum to mind he wouldn’t take it out my pudding my luck
Oh BAGGLAD I started saying stuff like this: oh like a student I pass tests
And blast the the best knowledge in college classroom while my ass bloom I jest
Walk around and strut brown butt across the floor with hip Hop tuned breasts
With perfume under my dress, oh my lace flames for boys it place for games
And the fingering have me lingering calling his name out loud guess all dames
Do this, oh in my coo-chee there’s curdled milk and boys hurdle silk
Just to get some of this wet bun oh a bold flirt is like scrollwork it’s built
To be written about panties hidden no doubt, oh the juice float like loose cloaks
Oh before this I was flirting strong in certain zones close the curtains home body smokes
Oh he jest stuck cock so deep I was hot a whole heap guess I got cold feet
Oh he was jest going crazy OUCH BOO! Slow down, oh I couldn’t duck it
Because he love to suck tits oh my juicy coo-chee was making a soggy sound
As I moved it around all over the place oh the bed got so wet oh I jest moan
And groan and was saying stuff