She’s horny all day
Lying on her tummy
Dreaming of fat meat
To quell her aching cunny
She’s horny every afternoon
While she eats her lunch
Thinking of another sauce
That would make her asshole hunch
She’s horny every evening
Sitting across from her spouse
Wishing for a real man
And not this fucking mouse
She’s horny all night
Begging for real meat
Panting for a taste of cock
That would make her body weep.
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