ParolesFrosty the Pervert

Matt Rogers

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Frosty the pervert In a trench coat he did go To a the school yard to expose his dick and balls made out of snow

Frosty the pervert All the kids he liked to watch His dick did grow when he packed snow On his cold and icy crotch There must have been some magic When he stroked his frozen meat Cause frosty started moaning loud And it began to sleet Frosty the pervert Was as glad as he could get He threw away his corn cob pipe And lit a ciggerette Frosty the pervert Didn′t want to go to jail He began to run While dripping cum And the cops picked up his trail Down to the village His dick melting in his hand Running here and there All around the square Yelling "catch me if you can." They chased him down the streets of town Right to a vice squad cop Who shoved a night stick right up his ass And frosty screamed "dont stop OOOO!!" Frosty the pervert Was locked up that very day But he did not cry As he waved goodbye knowing he'd be back someday Beating his meat All over the streets Look at frosty go Sliding his hands All over his glands His cum, is white as snow

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