His cock is red,
her cheeks are spread,
and there’s nothing more he can say.
Cum, cum, cum,
his heart beats like a drum,
and there isn’t anything else he can play.
No baby no,
she says don't let it go,
but it’s too late, he has nothing left he can spray.
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