It was her.
She was the big titted backpacker I met in San Franciso.
She hadn't aged a month.
Her name, well who remembers names.
But her tits seemed bigger, firmer.
She use to work at a yogurt ice cream place.
I never did ask her if she made the smoothies from her own milk.
What was your secret to eternal youth, I asked Becky.
'I eat lots of cum.'
I said I hadn't spunked my quota and she's welcome to put her vacuum cleaner around my private parts.
Copenhagen was really looking promising.
'Yum yum,' said Becky.
Once a whore, always a whore, I thought, as I wiped my cock on the curtains.
I was Australian, after all, and we had high standards.
She was the big titted backpacker I met in San Franciso.
She hadn't aged a month.
Her name, well who remembers names.
But her tits seemed bigger, firmer.
She use to work at a yogurt ice cream place.
I never did ask her if she made the smoothies from her own milk.
What was your secret to eternal youth, I asked Becky.
'I eat lots of cum.'
I said I hadn't spunked my quota and she's welcome to put her vacuum cleaner around my private parts.
Copenhagen was really looking promising.
'Yum yum,' said Becky.
Once a whore, always a whore, I thought, as I wiped my cock on the curtains.
I was Australian, after all, and we had high standards.