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Click hereI flew in on a 747
Under the Tequila Sunrise
In flight I received a Cablegram
It read "let's have Sex on the Beach"
It appeared to be from a very Cosmopolitan woman,
from what I could gather from her picture
When I met her I was in Heaven
For she had the face of a White Russian and
an Angel's Tit on the left
She also had a fine A.S.S.
with A Slippery Nipple on the right
She said her name was Margarita
who was Fruity Old Fashioned
but after Blow Job #1
I was sure her name was Deep Throat
When she started to become a Frozen Margarita
I suggested we Hop, Skip, and Go Naked
and Cum in a Hot Tub
After she removed her Grass Skirt and Pink Thong
I gave her a good Clit Lick
and then she gave me Blow Job #2
For sure my Gin Fizz was her Candy Cocktail
Then she opened her Pink Lady wider
so we could engage in a Flaming Blue Screw
It was like Sex on Acid
Oh she was a real Ball Buster
Not no Canadian Daisy
For her Wrigley's Doublemint Blowjob
was a real Corpse Reviver
That gave me a Screaming Orgasm
So after I said to her lift your Mule's Hind Leg
and Sit on My Face
She replied, why so you can Eat My Cherry
Yeah sure, then how about a good Old Fashioned
Fist Fuck
A Kamikaze Shot that was an Absolut Aphrodisiac
A B-52 After Hot Sex for you
So hot that even before we were done
We needed to call 911
Then came Blow Job #3
Which put my Cum in a Cup
Man oh man, my Orgasm was like Anti-Freeze
That caused her Long Island Iced Tea
To spill out all over me
My Jello Shots
From my Flaming Orgasm
Was the Tequila Slammer
The final Alabama Slammer Shot
The Absolut Ultimate Shooter
That gave to me all she's got
She finally asked me my name
I said don't you know White Baby Whiskey Daisy
It's Tom Collins
and I have to exit this Tropical Escape for now
We both knew for sure that this wasn't Love
For she was a Bahama Mama
and I was a Beachcomber
Who was always looking for an Eager Beaver
She knew though that I would surely play
Leap Frog with her again on any given day
For she was surely sweeter than any Georgia Peach
that I've ever tasted
I finally bid her a Fine and Dandy farewell
Hopped on my Harley Davidson
and was Il Paradiso bound