Betsy Robinson

The Plight Of Betsy Robinson

His name? Betsy Robinson
He was the son of Robin
Logging mad hours at the diner
He cried away his eyeliner
In the bathroom weeping kuz he wasn’t finer
Than the other waitresses, superior babes
He mimicked their ways, copied their walk
And their talk? She perfected the pitch at home
But still he could not get one guy to wanna bone
Betsy he desperately searched for a man to rule his pussy
To marry his sweet ass and keep the pussy lips gushy

Betsy was not attractive as a female



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