Now are you ready to fuck? Watch me and my pregnant girlfriend make fun of my boyfriend while he takes his clothes off. Come then, the colours and the ground prepare! For foreign glory, foreign joy, they roam; No thought of peace or happiness at home. That, Nature gives; and where the lesson taught Is but to please, can Pleasure seem a fault? Do you see the little red bows on my thigh highs? Beauties, like Tyrants, old and friendless grown, Yet hate repose, and dread to be alone, Worn out in public, weary ev'ry eye, Nor leave one sigh behind them when they die.
In Youth they conquer, with so wild a rage, As leaves them scarce a subject in their Age: Exposed and swollen, I am instructed to oil my belly to aid the muscles to relax and stretch. Men, some to Business, some to pleasure take; But ev'ry Woman is at heart a Rake: She speaks, behaves, and acts just as she ought; But never, never, reach'd one gen'rous Thought. Lots of wet pussy sounds, watching as a cummy wet spot appears on my panties [b]https: This Phoebus promis'd I forget the year When those blue eyes first open'd on the sphere; Ascendant Phoebus watch'd that hour with care, Averted half your Parents' simple Pray'r; And gave you Beauty, but deny'd the Pelf That buys your sex a Tyrant o'er itself. She, while her Lover pants upon her breast, Can mark the figures on an Indian chest; And when she sees her Friend in deep despair, Observes how much a Chintz exceeds Mohair. As Hags hold Sabbaths, less for joy than spite, So these their merry, miserable Night; Still round and round the Ghosts of Beauty glide, And haunt the places where their Honour died. Which one has the best skills? Such this day's doctrine--in another fit She sins with Poets thro' pure Love of Wit. Beauties, like Tyrants, old and friendless grown, Yet hate repose, and dread to be alone, Worn out in public, weary ev'ry eye, Nor leave one sigh behind them when they die. Chameleons who can paint in white and black? The same for ever! My belly starts making very loud gurgling sounds as the air fills me more and more until it pops [b]https: A spark too fickle, or a Spouse too kind. Or her, who laughs at Hell, but like her Grace Cries, "Ah! Watch me and my pregnant girlfriend make fun of my boyfriend while he takes his clothes off. So morning Insects that in muck begun, Shine, buzz, and flyblow in the setting sun. Chloe is prudent--Would you too be wise? Experience, this; by Man's oppression curst, They seek the second not to lose the first. Papillia, wedded to her amorous spark, Sighs for the shades--"How charming is a Park! But what are these to great Atossa's mind? Yet mark the fate of a whole Sex of Queens! Heute werde ich dir richtig den Kopf verdrehen und dir mal zeigen, was Money Sex ist! What has not fir'd her bosom or her brain? I love to do castings to young guys who want to be a new male talents in Porn. See how the World its Veterans rewards!
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Colin Matty - Sex is Dirty
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