Pussy Puss


Her tongue in your mouth, your hand in her shirt
I guess this means she wasn’t a flirt
She’s hot she’s wet she lifts her skirt
She want’s it so bad it hurts
She reaches down and spreads her lips
Smiles and points at what she wants you to lick
You go down on her wet cooze
But your face turns sour when you see that ooze

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We like the smell of pussy
We like the feel of pussy
We like the taste of pussy
But we can’t stand Pussy Puss!

She stares down between her tits
And she begs you to lick her slit
She’s a goddess with a body hotter than most
But, geez, this is really gross
“Please”, she moans and tilts her hips
The bulge in your pants begins to rip
You dive for a taste of her sweet stuff
If it only wasn’t for that stuff!

She whimpers out loud, you give in
It looks like your hormones are gonna win
She screams with joy at your tongues first touch
A pussy’s a pussy, so what the fuck!?

We love the smell of pussy
We love the feel of pussy
We love the taste of pussy
We don’t give a shit about Pussy Puss!!

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