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Stories of a beloved friend and lover lost to a world of confusion.... |
![]() ![]() By Sugaree Every time he comes around I feel my strength heading south bound I know the dangers of a cock hound They’ll leave your health worthy of burial ground He must be a pyromaniac For when he comes around I have a hot pussy attack When he comes with games Simple, sorry words filled with lame My heart breaks and settles untamed My hot pussy only he can claim He must be a pyromaniac For when he comes around I have a hot pussy attack I want to curse him for his torturous lack I want to fall down on my unlotioned back I want to pull my soft purple covers back I want him to fuck my hot pussy in my pillow-top sack He must be a pyromaniac For when he comes around I have a hot pussy attack I need to cut him but I’ll go to jail I need to send him home into my lonely hell I need to tell him how in love I fail I need to fuck him until I gel He must be a pyromaniac For when he comes around I have a hot pussy attack It is he that I cannot trust It is he that I only lust It is he that is a must It is he that makes my sugaree pussy combust He must be a pyromaniac For when he comes around I have a hot pussy attack Sugaree, the victim of the pyromaniac, you see Sugaree, just one more su-ga-ree time, again... ** Image ID #1124782 Unavailable ** Sugaree, just one more su-ga-ree time, again... ** Image ID #1124782 Unavailable ** |