Make it so.
Mum maintains a fixed, thousand yard stare, As blokes really hammer away "around there."
As far as any rubs or fucks go, dad's horizons couldn't be bleaker, But in the world of who's got a fucking tiny prick, he's an 80k an hour public speaker.
Mum: off down the gym for fresh blokes who are 'hench' Dad: unfortunate genital stench
There's dad in the bedroom, can't achieve it: wood; Your mum: Hungerford.
Dad's attempts at a canal towpath flash jumpscare, Simply result in pedestrians laughing and pointing "there's fuck all there!"
I shit into your father's ideas then scooped the cum out of your mum's arsehole and forced it into your dad's favourite auntie's arsehole.
Shame on you for reading this, as your poor father chokes on my fetid piss.
Mum’s unable to conceal from bum-docs the level of depravity Blokes have been visiting upon her bum-cavity
Dad's watching his VHS copy of Sister Act, Whilst performing a truly disgusting solo sex-act.
In a tribute to ‘Titanic’ mum’s urging blokes to ‘frost me like one of your French fancy cakes’ Kicking off an unusually spirited round of bukkakes
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