down the M1
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down the M1
20 metres long
across the gusset
licked clean by
ravenous probing tongues
with rice crispies
mingling with jelly
snap crackle wobble
pussy to follow
bush like a-doormat
covered in dandruff
with centre parting
no Bobby Chalton
on a good day
when the wind
up the khyber-pass
sebaceous fat arse
layers of lard
difficult penile entry
witha warty one
stretch her buttocks
until you can fit
that bulbous wart
in ever increasing
nudey prod games
where resident schoolgirls
inhabit your behind
where you might find
some stagnant rind
slowly climbing
three words, daftee!
Claudette began rubbing
her crystal ball
when things started
to move around
like crabs inside
your ragged bum-hole
devouring faecal matter
completely shit-faced
tonight can't come-soon-enough :eyebrows:
drink then wank? :eyebrows:
other way round
depends who's offering
i'm free dharling
said Mr Humphries
to Mrs Slowcomes pussy
who began blowing
stinky fart gas
(Oh Brian - the clue is in the title, matey - three words! :doh:)
permeating every pore
causing eye watering