Cougar season, tops off, music loud Fifty-plus **** got this fuckin’ Cracker proud Plastic **** poppin’ out her dress like a dream Yoga pants tight, ass like a pie, and I brought the cream She called me “baby,” I called her “ma’am” Crowd staring at my date — like I give a damn Cougar season, huntin’ after midnight Age is just a number — if her **** still tight [Vanilla Sloth] I’m fucked up right now, **** got me floatin’ Saying shit ain’t nobody wanna hear, but still boastin’ She said “I’m fifty-six,” I said “Shit, that’s wild” (Fuckin’ wild!) Age ain’t nothin’ when her **** grip still got miles Fake **** daring me to hate-**** this boomer with my **** Birth year was 60-something? Fuck it I’m still hard as a rock Makeup ain’t the only thing she’s caked up in, and I’m in luck ’Cause even with my high sperm count… I ain’t pullin’ out when we **** Cougar season, tops off, music loud Fifty-plus **** got this fuckin’ Cracker proud Plastic **** poppin’ out her dress like a dream Yoga pants tight, ass like a pie, and I brought the cream She called me “baby,” I called her “ma’am” Crowd staring at my date — like I give a damn Cougar season, huntin’ after midnight Age is just a number — if her **** still tight [Glen] I’m in a cheap motel with a cougar I should not be holdin’ Sayin’ shit I can’t take back and I still ain’t goin’ She said “my kids are older than you,” I said “shit, that’s sick” Then I bent her over anyway and hunted that **** Jeans coming off this ****, husband golfing, I push in for the night Now she’s soaked and she’s screamin’ Face in the pillow, ass up, I don’t care how it looks I **** on her ****, on her gut, I don’t aim, I just dump She’s still shaking when I flip her and go back in Tongue punch that **** like a lizard drinking, chin drippin’, no break in She grabs my head and pushes me deeper like she paid for the mess I **** her **** till her legs lock and she can’t finish a sentence Spit on it, slide back in, **** her through the aftershock Headboard slamming, she’s swearing, makeup running off I wrap a hand in her hair and keep that ass up off the bed She tells me to ruin her. I do. I don’t leave a thing unspread Gag her on it till her eyes water, then I put it back where it was **** her raw till she’s sloppy, till it sounds wet from across the hall She’s already there, vinegar stroke hitting, I don’t pull out, I don’t warn her I fill her up, keep thrusting, watch it leak down her stomach after She scoops the **** with two fingers like cream from a saucer Good kitty, **** on her tongue, looking up for the order Ring in the dish, she swallows, already knowing the pose I tell her get on your knees again. Down she goes!! Cougar season, tops off, music loud Fifty-plus **** got this fuckin’ Cracker proud Plastic **** poppin’ out her dress like a dream Yoga pants tight, ass like a pie, and I brought the cream She called me “baby,” I called her “ma’am” Crowd staring at my date — like I give a damn Cougar season, huntin’ after midnight Age is just a number — if her **** still tight [Steve] Yuh done know wah time it is Fuck dem gyals — Big Steve nah waste no time pon dat Mi rather **** mi tax return till di numbers come back fat Accountant seh “Steve, easy” — mi seh “Nah, bend it more” Just **** di state a Florida fi two hundred grand or more Mi deductions spread wide, whole spreadsheet gettin’ nasty IRS look pon di paperwork like, “Who di fuck is Gatsby?” No cougar pon mi lap — mi got receipts stacked to di roof Big Steve **** di tax code raw, den demand documented proof! Cougar season, tops off, music loud Fifty-plus **** got this fuckin’ Cracker proud Plastic **** poppin’ out her dress like a dream Yoga pants tight, ass like a pie, and I brought the cream She called me “baby,” I called her “ma’am” Crowd staring at my date — like I give a damn Cougar season, huntin’ after midnight Age is just a number — if her **** still tight
