Her lowly ass cushion forever lies beneath,
Never complaining or bemoaning grief,
His only fear is some day his Queen will die,
And it is only this thought that makes him cry
Brunette Thisav. She holds audience bare below,
And the jester lies beneath nowhere to go,
He opens his mouth and tickles her prize,
Giving her much pleasure between her thighs,
In such suffocating darkness he does not lament,
His sole wish that all his moments could be spent,
Cleaning and kissing within the Queen’s nest,
For of all of his chores he relishes it best.
. . Make me cry out more in pain
Her lowly ass cushion forever lies beneath,
Never complaining or bemoaning grief,
His only fear is some day his Queen will die,
And it is only this thought that makes him cry
Brunette Thisav. She holds audience bare below,
And the jester lies beneath nowhere to go,
He opens his mouth and tickles her prize,
Giving her much pleasure between her thighs,
In such suffocating darkness he does not lament,
His sole wish that all his moments could be spent,
Cleaning and kissing within the Queen’s nest,
For of all of his chores he relishes it best.
. . Make me cry out more in pain
Her lowly ass cushion forever lies beneath,
Never complaining or bemoaning grief,
His only fear is some day his Queen will die,
And it is only this thought that makes him cry
Brunette Thisav. She holds audience bare below,
And the jester lies beneath nowhere to go,
He opens his mouth and tickles her prize,
Giving her much pleasure between her thighs,
In such suffocating darkness he does not lament,
His sole wish that all his moments could be spent,
Cleaning and kissing within the Queen’s nest,
For of all of his chores he relishes it best.
. . Make me cry out more in pain
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