They sit there in their Gucci pristine suits
and here come's a ***** they don't want to ****
no no they want to see her scrubbing pans
just like their sweet wives back at home
Next they watch her folding linen
now in the bedroom, not the kitchen
wow linen is splitting
in their Gucci fittings
They nod their heads and clap their hands
in this strange rising sun land
now it gets naughty
as the **** sweeps the hallway
Those *** boys have tears now
in all three eyes
this is hotter then horseradish
this cleaning lady fetish
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 8:23 PM UTC
They sit there in their Gucci pristine suits
and here come's a ***** they don't want to ****
no no they want to see her scrubbing pans
just like their sweet wives back at home
Next they watch her folding linen
now in the bedroom, not the kitchen
wow linen is splitting
in their Gucci fittings
They nod their heads and clap their hands
in this strange rising sun land
now it gets naughty
as the **** sweeps the hallway
Those *** boys have tears now
in all three eyes
this is hotter then horseradish
this cleaning lady fetish
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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