Francine

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She was a walking wet dream.
When you mentioned sex, she started to cream.
Her name was "Francine," and she'd just turned 19.
She loved to get it in the ass with Vaseline.
Her cunt was always oily and always tight,
And I'd pound that pussy through the night.

She liked her clothes to fit nice and snug
So they'd give her sexy body a sexy hug.
She lived to suck. She lived to fuck.
She collected come in bottles to chugalug.
She had a pussy like a trap.
She'd make you come in a snap.
Then you'd fall asleep with your head in her lap.

Her name was "Francine," and she'd just turned 19.
She was a beautifully designed sex machine.

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