Skirt up ******* down, in the car park, behind the Grand
Seven drinks and she wants her fill, I hope she's on the mini pill!
Harder harder now she cries! His kness are bent she's 5 feet 5
He always thought she was a looker, he never expected he would f@@k her.
Less than five minutes its all over, he's once again deflowered a daughter.
She pulls him in for a kiss, he doesn't want to touch her lips.
******* up she walks away, he goes to tell his mates.
A few pints more he wants a kebab, who won the footy? I'll ave sauce on that!
Tomorrow morning will he remember? The night she chose you for surrender
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 9:53 AM UTC
Skirt up ******* down, in the car park, behind the Grand
Seven drinks and she wants her fill, I hope she's on the mini pill!
Harder harder now she cries! His kness are bent she's 5 feet 5
He always thought she was a looker, he never expected he would f@@k her.
Less than five minutes its all over, he's once again deflowered a daughter.
She pulls him in for a kiss, he doesn't want to touch her lips.
******* up she walks away, he goes to tell his mates.
A few pints more he wants a kebab, who won the footy? I'll ave sauce on that!
Tomorrow morning will he remember? The night she chose you for surrender
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