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Grab the Crisco, move the couch, lay it out

That's what the fuck i'm talking about

Two chunkers on the floor, ready to explore

Edible sex tarp

It's time to penetrate, on their dinner plate

Edible sex tarp

Eight hundred pounds combined, who knows what they'll find

True love, plus size, fatty fatty who's your daddy?

Have a piece of pie

The greased breasts are obese to say the least

What they're doing is unnatural, call the police

They get off twice but only one was a warning

Too tired, out of breath, disgusting

Open sores hiding under her breasts