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white asses, white asses, sweet like molasses
their tight, hungry puckers
love to swallow dark peckers

white asses, white asses, they love all dark fuckers
fuck them at night, enjoy them by morning
they'll open so sweetly yet hold in your juices

you can breed them in the shower or out in the woods
take them on the sofa or on the kitchen floor
those sweet, sweet white asses, they taste like molasses


Sweet, sweet white asses they're made just for fucking
male or female, they crave the dark muscle
just a look in their eyes and they'll suck on your pecker

they'll melt like molasses and surrender so sweetly
just feed them your juices, your piss spit and cum
give them a little or a lot--their hole takes it greedily

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