Pudenda poetry.
Did you realise I was cumming in your eyes?
In a bizarre tribute to drum and bass DJ and producer, doctor Scot; your mum forced two Technics turntables and a Vestax mixer up her mott.
Dad's irredeemably criminally minded, Always scheming to get little boys "behinded".
Mum enjoys a vigorous bum-grout While listening to 'don't speak' by No Doubt
Dad's experiencing a burning sense of spiritual malaise; After days in the bogs squirting 'turdis mayonnaise'.
Dad's concerned with the optics of his prick that's not thick(s).
Defying expectations of people her age Mum's still very much in the 'anal stage'
penis me in the penis with your penis
Mum's frothy fanny's like a grande latte. Round the back's Brussel's pate.
Mum's a mighty old bogs-warrior, Dad's a weird little willy worrier.
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