The Jowl and the Pussyfat

Chapter 1 - The jowl and the pussyfat

The jowl and the pussy fat met with glee,
In a beautiful sea of rolls.
Her source of honey, below giant tummy,
wrapped deep in her thighs and shoals.
The jowl nuzzled her soft lard above,
and sampled her sweet caviar.
O lovely pussy! O pussy my love,
what a decadent pussy you are,
you are,
you are.
What a decadent pussy you are.

Pussy said with a scowl, “Be diligent now!
Stop teasing jowl, do that thing.
O let me be merry. Too long you have tarried.
Get to it and make me sing.”
He made his way, with no more foreplay,
to the land where her pantry goes.
And there it stood, her soft womanhood,
expectant with nectar she flows.
She flows.
She flows.
Expectant with nectar she flows.

Said the puss, “Are you willing, to give me top billing?
Drink from below as I spill.”
So she climbed into place, and she buried his face.
And the jowl, he loved every swill.
He savored her spasms, through several orgasms,
which he drank with his tongue for a spoon.
And between her thighs, her gut on his eyes,
she came by the light of the moon.
The moon.
The moon.
She came by the light of the moon.

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