My pussy on his mind, like a fitted cap He stay on my line, like - TopicsExpress



          

My pussy on his mind, like a fitted cap He stay on my line, like a phone tap He strung off the cat, he love to stroke it My strawberry haze, he wanna smoke it And she turn into a tiger if you provoke it Watered down pussy, super soak it I leave him solid as a rock, turn his dick to stone You know that kind of pussy, that break up happy homes Like a cockatoo/cock-or-two, I ate up all his bread Addicted to my top, he call it crack head I love his (Doggystyle), I call him (Snoopy) His friends say he fiend out, they call him Pookie
Posted on: Wed, 12 Nov 2014 06:53:51 +0000

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