Stench wafting from under the desk
Queefs are puffing out of her
And clap between her thighs
A yeast infection caused by
Forcing foreign objects into her vulva
Tara is plump and she's hot as fuck
All the office guys leer at her cans all day
New guy Darren gets invited to her flat
For a few beers and some nibbles
They burst into the living room
Kissing grunting moaning
Darren throws her down tearing off her briefs
Rotten odour makes him wince
He still decides to cup her genitals
Then something drips and pools in his hand
A cluster of wet paper clips
What in God's name
I've stolen a few items from work
Mr. Stanley can go get fucked
Please help me declutter and I'm all yours
I don't understand
Tara dacks her huge titties, wow
I suppose I could help you out, open your legs
Nervously fisting, digits flailing about in her loose hole
Daz can't believe what he finds
He sweats profusely
A box of staples, two yellow sticky note pads
Some scissors, pocket calculators
A world's greatest boss coffee mug
And a framed picture of Mr. Stanley's children
With their dog Sid
Tara tell me that did not just fucking happen?
Just put it in my arsehole
Darren rolls her over, slags on her date
Feeds his penis in just a little bit
Before something blocks his thrust
Pulling out a faeces covered pack of Bic pens
This is bullshit, I'll have a pull
