She Sat On My Face
After My Meat Was In Her Mound
It Smelled Like Fish To Me
An Ounce Of Tarter Sauce
My Tongue Swirling Around
Her Behind Is Twat I See
Her Taint Was Soft
Her Farts I Feared
A Trace Of Gas Relieved
My Nose In Her Rear
It Disappeared
As I Devoured, She Let Out A Queef
Through Many Craters
Soiled And Rare
They Always Seem To Cum
The Taste Of A Rotten
Gaping Porn Star
The Place That Many Boned
She Sat On My Face
Coped A Squat That Weighed A Pound
It Smelled Like Shit To Me
Now There's Chocolate Tarter Sauce
My Tongue Swirling Around
Her Behind Is Twat I See
