Horn of PlentyMolly Arden
The boy is a girl with a strap-on, The girl is a boy with hips and a hole. Are you ready to play your role? Love came and now is gone Like an intimate disease. Get your hands up. Freeze! Love came and went. The bee the lips of tulips how fragrant. He was a motherfucker. Or a mother, And nothing's as nowhere as another Mother's climax fantasy in flagrante. So let's have a party in my panties. We'll grab the horn of plenty And climb the greasy pole. Are you ready to play your role?
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