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The sight of her breasts in my handsI’m numb, I’m weakWithout her presence in my headHer thighs and behind are out of sightMy dirty thoughts of her make me feel right
 
No bigger rack than her’s could fit as tightInto that camouflage colored shirtOh what a sight!Her wacky hair tinted with a bit of peroxideJust atop of her face unveilling those lipsTo melt inside
Her juicy plumpy lips!Her juicy plumpy lips!Her juicy plumpy lips!Make you wanna cum inside
The sight of her breasts in my handsI’m numb, I’m weakWithout her presence in my headHer thighs and behind are out of sightMy dirty thoughts of her make me feel right
 
How the fuck can a woman be so steaming hot?That kind of girl deserves to be stabbedDeeply with my cockFucking thrusting hereFucking thrusting thereSexually aroused ain’t the proper termCan’t think of one right now cause I’m about toCover her picture with a load of… oh yeah…
 
The sight of her breasts in my handsI’m numb, I’m weakWithout her presence in my headHer thighs and behind are out of sightMy dirty thoughts of her make me feel right