Fart into my iris.
Fail your bra test multiple times and then get arrested for operating a bra without a license
Mum's smashed in the gents on Bailey's, No entry for dad tho, due to terminal willy failys.
Mum's vag state: 'Dog's Dinner' Dad's pric state 'borderline Inner'
Mum’s inability, when propositioned by blokes, to say β€˜no’ Has left her bum’ole looking like post-siege Sarajevo
Dad's sexual problems appear insurmountable, Mum, on the other hand, remains constantly 'mountable.'
Mum's at Dignitas; getting fucked in the ass.
On Mum's mood that day it depends: The choice: Ten blokes at the rear or five at both ends?
It was like your mum's arsehole was made of elastic, As all the blokes divulged in bedroom gymnastics.
It's becoming less and less credible, That between mum's legs might be remotely edible.
in the bedroom: scenes of mutiny! dad's big-cock-claims do not "stand up" to scrote-iny!
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