Under The Old Model T

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It was under the old Model T
When she first showed it to me
It was hairy and black,
She called it her crack,
But it looked like a post hole to me.

I took out my pole and aimed at her fur
I slid it right up and shoved it to her
She hollered and screamed,
Til’ I shot her the cream,
Then like a kitten she did purr.

It was under the old Model T
When I had my first taste of puss – ie
She lay on her back,
My nose in her crack,
My tongue gathering juice like a bee.

It was under the old Model T
Where I sat with my chin on my knee
My tongue was a-throbin’,
My dick was a-bobbin’,
I was quite indecisive you see.

For under the old Model T
Where all that she had I could see
With tongue should I lick,
Or into that place slide my dick,
Or get up and go take a pee.

It was under the old Model T

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