Inter HOT Course

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This is a Christmas erotic hot course I hope you eat it up
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What food for a sadistic army.
So hot made you horny deep inside you.
The flames are burning
could eat you up his name Sammy.
Deep inside you sexual lover, he got you gamy.
One chosen I apple turnover so crusty and busty.
What a stormy Ballistic waiter his fuck eyes so lusty.
Eyes on the Porn swingers egg beater.
What is this his hot Mommy?

You just can't get enough to hate him the hot course,
Whoa "Tits and Tamales" his big Franks.
They, demolish his tip of the cock a taste of money.
You were the waitress sticky hands

of dark exotic most expensive honey.
That fucking master spread your legs
The opening entree.
That plate his semen hotcakes sold.
Eat her bold like a puree that trucker "Duree"
no intermission.
Deep inside more erotic food with friction.
Some of the bodies got scorched.
What a heat her lips pursed to cook
"Frenchie Fries" all bitched.
Your breath caught hers hot glitch.
Did you feel cursed?

Rentering her like a cooked up bitch.
And you are sipping his fuck master mug.
His other lover eyes of a spell.
Made her into vagina well witch.
Deep fried in my switch

Those wife lovers hot sauce hot bothered.
The other couple fighting getting a divorce
Threesome slaughtered and mothered.
Waiting for your hot erotically semen spouse.
His other lover frightened like rabies by a mouse.
His Italian horn spouse it beeps.

Those hot oysters and hot babes $$$
mobsters.The uniform Coppers
He was the made man she fucked him.
So deep meatballs crushed Chef house.
Taking her Blonde bombshells bush apart
Her X spouse ate her red-hot heart like a lobster.
Those vixens of vultures food pain torture.
That sadistic chef with his sexy cleft.

What fucking bodies does he cook that was left.
Her spouse watered hose and sprayed clit whole.
It was better than dancing on strippers pole.
At Christmas time hungry cock her erotic bake shop.
The windows designed topless boob cakes.
Men eating like they met babes.

To "B" beauty creamed inside like Mr. Drakes.
The other men Intercourse their "Christmas Balls"
The sex cookers new prospects Giant balls
At the fuck me card Mall.Go eat them all
Thoe big light up balls
The Intercourse such heat and friction
He tied her up Christmas light.

He fucked another one hot deep throat.
You swallowed the pain and pleasure
Like a raw sugar hot lips to coat.
We didn't have a master chef to be sucked
He fucked you way down hell in his mansion
His Italian horn erotically heats with fashion.

The whole cantata goes beep like enchilada
His body touched your hot sweep
He enters you flaming body he eats you
in your sleep.You better watch out I am telling you
Santa Spouse is coming to town.

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