Helga Hiddle has hairy holes,
they've always been one of my goals.
Today's the day, I have my chance,
She accepted my brash advance.

I lick her front and then her back,
I lick her clit, I lick her crack.
My tongue is flying fast as can be,
her head is back with screams of glee.

Sometimes a hair gets caught back there,
I nearly choke, she's unaware,
these hairy holes may end me yet,
but I can't stop, I've got her wet.

Now that she's wet I get my schlong,
it's thick and throbbing, a mile long.
I aim it tried, I aim it true,
I slide it in and yell Yahoo!

I'm going in, I'm going out,
I'm flailing wildly all about.
I'm getting close, I feel the twinge,
when suddenly something makes me cringe.

It started small but now it burns,
I sparked a fire with all these churns.
Her bush alit, it burned her clit,
it singed my dick, so mighty quick.

We snuffed it out, fast as we could,
a crispy clit, my burned out wood.
I think next time, not to be mean,
I must insist she's shaven clean.