Pudenda poetry.
No sooner than mum's new social media coordinator comes into post, Than up appear tweets advertising "the arsehole that's like fucking a bucket of rotting compost."
Here's the good news! I refuse to use lubes!
Mum's in the bogs, "taking a dive": Big Bloke XI playing a "back five".
It's only an approximation, But many observers reckon mum's entertained numbers of blokes equivalent to several large European nations.
Mum fucked Buddy the Elf, And was left with extremely poor sexual health.
Mum's last will and testament: "In death, as in life, I wish to be repeatedly sodomised while smeared in excrement"
In the bogs, it's mum who "wears the trousers," As she organises blokes according to what's in their trousers.
Mum's dildo on the speaker cone... Turn up the bass to drive it home.
Mum's got vaginal carpal tunnel, And a horrendous poo funnel.
penis me in the penis with your penis
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