Joy to the World
Patt
Joy to Cascade! The guide has come.
Let Jim receive his sting;
Let every day prepare Jim’s Bum,
and make his asshole sting,
and make his asshole sting,
and make, and make his asshole sting..
Joy to the earth! Jim’s cock still reigns;
Let men their cocks employ;
We’ve got our hard on, rocks, balls and chains.
Repeat that pounding boy,
Repeat that pounding boy,
Repeat, repeat that pounding boy.
No more a need, my seeds to sow.,
He turns his guide around;
He bends to let Blair know.,
Oh please my prostate pound,
Oh please my prostate pound,
Oh please, oh please, my prostate pound.
Blair rules the loft with sex, the best,
and makes his sentinel love.
the stories of his fucking fest,
and wonders about no glove,
and wonders about no glove,
and wonders, wonders about no glove.
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