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How I Spend My Friday Nights

Friday night
not a lover in sight.
I sit alone in my house
and doubleclick on my mouse.

Downloading pics
of big long dicks,
getting all whoosy
from patting my pussy.

My fingers go down
straight into Tuna Town.
They're getting all damp,
they're making me cramp.

Don't need a big bone,
I can make myself moan.
I just tickle my beaver,
and wham! I cum like a river.

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